I broke a mirror the other day. Not by looking in it, before you ask. No, this smashing experience was thanks to our old front door. Which currently resides just to the side of our new front door in the hallway while we wait for it to be taken away. It was one of those …
Last year, I wrote a post about a bucket. It wasn’t an ordinary bucket; it was a bucket with a great destiny ahead, which I was excited about helping it achieve. Unfortunately, it was robbed of its intended role of homebirth companion by Amelie deciding that a 40-minute rush to the second nearest hospital accompanied …
I’ve always had a fastidious nature and have been cultivating what I am sure will one day blossom into a full-blown OCD. I’ve long since had what I perceive as the sensible habit of checking my pockets every time I move from one place to another. I’ve also alphabetised our DVDs and proofread text messages before I send. …