A momentary body hijack of the infectious competitive disorder
It was one of those days where it was so cold I could see my own breath when I exhaled and I watched memorised as the tendrils of air sailed out of my mouth and…
View PostIt was one of those days where it was so cold I could see my own breath when I exhaled and I watched memorised as the tendrils of air sailed out of my mouth and…
View PostNine weeks and three days remaining… Not that I am counting. BB and the spica cast are coming along nicely, life is slowly returning to normal again, well as normal as life in our house…
View PostHe who helped create them took Twin girl and BB out for a walk yesterday to allow me some peace and quiet to sort out our tea. I tried to focus on peeling and chopping…
View PostAs the winter sun burned a little brighter this weekend, the mood in our home lifted into summery smiles and carefree peals of laughter. Discarding our coats with reckless abandonment we sprang into spring like…
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