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

This Is How They Get You

OK, so this actually just happened. Isla:  I love you.  And your wheelchair.  You're my wheelchair Mummy.  I don't want another Mummy.  Mummy, are you sad? Me: No. Isla:  Why you crying? Me: Because I'm happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I'm happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I love you very much. Isla: Yeah, I love … Continue reading This Is How They Get You