When Are You Keaving?

Between nappy changes, romper washes and midnight feeds, I haven’t found time to post. Little man is nine weeks today! We had our BCG Tuberculosis vaccine on Saturday, and we have our combined 8 week check up (somewhat late) this coming Wednesday. He didn’t shed a single tear at his jab – I’m a veryContinue reading “When Are You Keaving?”

I Met Him At a Rave

An illegal techno rave in an commandeered hotel. Commandeered by squatters – parties in the event rooms and bar, residence in the hotel rooms. My life wasn’t great at that time. I was definitely living a nomadic resistance, with a cash in hand ad hoc job. This pub was legendary. Two months later, I hadContinue reading “I Met Him At a Rave”

You Can’t, You’re Pregnant!

Said my 25 year old brother as he tried to stop me going outside to speak with ‘a friend’. What? I’m pregnant?! Wow jeez, thanks for letting me know. I had been wondering what this growth in my front had been for the past 40 weeks. Thank heavens you were here to clarify that forContinue reading “You Can’t, You’re Pregnant!”

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