Let’s go back to 1992, I’ll set the scene: It’s a brisk January morning (I’m not sure if it was brisk, but I’m setting the tone and it’s January so… yeah) and it’s my third birthday. The living room is…
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“Oh Harriet, you look so lovely.” There is something about those words that can really lift a woman, you know? This past weekend I went to BritMumsLive and, despite a few let downs, I had a really lovely time meeting…
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Edith has such a thing for her hair. It’s an odd one really. Unlike the boys she ADORES her hair being played with, requests nit combing from daddy, demands I plait her hair so she can unplait it and loves…
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A few weeks ago we were invited to come down to The Big Family House Party in London at the Ronald McDonald House Charity. Have you ever heard of this charity? I bet you that you have, but I’m also…
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I’m not entirely sure what it is but of late, I can’t seem to do anything right. I can’t seem to focus. I feel like I’m a bit of a joke really, constantly feeling inadequate and silly, small and the…
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