There I was, prone on the floor. Crawling over me and beyond to lick shoes, press eject on the DVD player and investigate the cord for the vacuum was a seven month old ball of chaos and chub. To him I now only seem to serve three purposes; climbing frame, trampoline and drink bottle. The […]
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Names for things can be a problem. A little bit of a re brand never goes astray (written from a woman who once wore kitten heels and wool trousers to air conditioned communications departments and slogged through two of them). But in this instance I’m not talking about corporate identities. I’m thinking about an appointment […]
My body needs pulses. It needs fish. It needs tomatoes. It needs apples and it needs nuts. This is a standard situation, but it’s one made more acute by what I’ve been consuming for the past twelve days. None of those are things which appear that frequently on the menus of restaurants in Bruges, […]
Surely it’s time for mid term break? Oh, if only this pregnancy caper came with a breather. By the time you’ve got something the length of a large carrot cavorting inside, one might start scouting for exit strategies. Last week I was deadly serious about it. I made pleading promises to the ether during […]
It’s a very strange thing to realise that the being you’re harbouring can now hear. I’ve only seen you three times – the first time you looked like a mass that had got caught in the bottom of the sink, punctuated by a heartbeat and some static. The second time, when we first saw […]