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Me and my big mouth. ‘My daughter used to have tantrums,but she’s over that now.’ You think I’d learn wouldn’t you. The red mist has been returning more frequently over the last few weeks,little patterns creeping back in again. Take Sunday. You know Sunday,right? The day of rest,peace and quiet? [...] I was back at my old high school this week. Where I used to hang out with ‘the girls’,just far enough away from ‘the boys’ to have to shout to one another. Back in the hall where during my maths exam I’d sneaked a peek at the ‘Pi = 3.14′tippex-ed onto the [...] I’ve never been any good at that whole ‘Who does the baby look like?’ game. To me,they just look like themselves. A little baby. This is even more true with my own. From the minute they were born people have had opinions about whether they look like me,or their Dad. Of course,[...] As usual with the weekend papers,they’ve been sitting around for days. Each time lovely boy tried to put them in the recycling bin I swore I’d read them soon. There was a ‘Later Life’ survey is the Daily Telegraph’s Stella I wanted to read. Nice way of saying ‘Getting Old’. Okay,so I’ll [...] The deed is done. We have a new home and we’re finally living in it. I’d been stressing about it,wondering if it would be as nice as I remembered it,you know? We’d only viewed it once and that had been at night. Walking through my front door it felt instantly right;bigger,[...] |   |
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