• I turned 37 this week. Sometimes I look at Lachie and think “can we really be in our late 30s? That seems is impossible because you are as handsome as the day I met you (20 years ago 🙃) and I am still such a slob.”
  • Wee man has started putting his face right into mine and saying: “I love you like a sausage mummy”. Genuinely don’t have the words for how watching him grow up feels.
  • This week I had a short sharp burst of true-crime podcast levels of personal (NB not work) drama. I’ve written this all out several times but it’s just too nuts for the blog. It is so unbelievable that it makes me seem delusional. It is resolved now and I am at peace.

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