A lot can change when you look at a photograph. Let me first clarify that the “you” that I am referencing is not just one person. It’s multiple people from the last decade of my life. It will be explained further but the incidences that I am about to talk about are not in order,… Continue reading An open letter to you: I’m done.
The thing about having a baby that everyone always reminds you of when you’re pregnant is your hormones. ‘Oh, you’re upset because of that video of the cat stuck up the tree?’ ‘Oh you’re screaming like a banshee in Morrisons because they don’t have the brand of tomato ketchup you like?’ ‘It’s absolutely your husband’s… Continue reading Postnatal D (and I don’t mean Dick)