I'm sorry, son. We tried to keep the bad guys out. The ones that have elbowed their way to the top, and continue to stand on the heads of the triers beneath them. We tried. I'm sorry, son. We tried to separate, fold, condense, and ship our rubbish off to the right places, only for … Continue reading I’m sorry, son. We tried.
I've been perplexed at every 'Just two weeks until they're back' or 'Why is the summer so long'. Perhaps I'm the strange one, but you see, this summer has sped by. You've not bombarded us with bad behaviour. You've not had to be busy daily. Spending more money than we had. Sure, you've eaten your … Continue reading Losing My Best Friend
Dear, Noah, Today you turned 1401 days old. You're 46 months old. Your fourth birthday is not until 30th August: six measly days before you start Reception. In that same week, some of your classmates could be turning five. So, you're the youngest in your year. The baby. You've had a lot of catching up … Continue reading Dear, Noah: My Star of the Week