Of Balloons and Birthdays

'Happy Birthday, baby!' 'Go to sleep, Mummy.' 'Aren't you excited?' 'Sleeep, Mummy.' Isla crawled into bed between us, then well, went back to sleep. 'What time is it?' 'Five o'clock.' 'Well, shit.  G'night,' I said. Two hours later.  Stickers and balloons in bed. 'What, no penguins?' Isla asked.  'C'mon, guys!' Her favourite thing of the … Continue reading Of Balloons and Birthdays

Writing In The Wild

'I don't want to go.' 'Yes, you do.' 'What are you going to do for me in exchange for going out and speaking to people?' 'I'll fix your phone screen.' 'Good deal.  I prefer messaging to speaking.  Actually, I hate people.' 'No, you don't.' 'I don't.  But how bout reading?  Can I stay home and … Continue reading Writing In The Wild

These Are The Hands

Yesterday was our wedding anniversary.  If you've been following along you may know that Neil wasn't actually home for it, but he's back today.  And the house is happy again. Now.  I'm quite fond of complaining saying my husband is decidedly unromantic. Today, this happened. 12.30ish. 'Mumma, what are you doing?' 'I'm calling your father.  And … Continue reading These Are The Hands