Here I am, back on the downward slope, after recovering from the carrot incident. (I forgot to mention that the guilty root vegetable paid the ultimate price, deep in that evening’s lamb stew. The peppers and baby sweetcorn seemed a little miffed, since they’d done nothing to cause harm, but I remain confident that theyContinue reading “Routine”
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Nine. 9. Nein.
Call the police. Somebody stole nine years of my life and replaced it with my beautiful son. Noooo! How can it be? Nine years ago I was holding him in my arms for the first time. I could not have been happier. The relief, after a very protracted labour, was intense. I blubbed like aContinue reading “Nine. 9. Nein.”