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    It’s interesting as I haven’t written for a while (since before yesterday’s blog about Nimrod that is) not since the blog about my mother’s death. Since that day I’ve felt…

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Children and knives…
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May 27, 2016

Children and knives…

I am doing an OU degree course in design and innovation and although I’ve only really just started it (I’m halfway through the first module) I’m finding some bits of…

Where I’m at…
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May 10, 2016

Where I’m at…

It’s interesting as I haven’t written for a while (since before yesterday’s blog about Nimrod that is) not since the blog about my mother’s death. Since that day I’ve felt…

Chasing raindrops…
Family
May 9, 2016

Chasing raindrops…

I’m sat at the kitchen table, the boys are out swimming and Little Miss F is sleeping upstairs and I have a rare moment when I’m alone. Only I’m now…

The white picket fence…
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February 22, 2016

The white picket fence…

It’s strange the things you remember at certain important times. The smell of a perfume, the sound of a familiar song and a dress, worn repeatedly over many years that…