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. …