Archive of ‘And kind of special’ category

my mum

Because there she is

Snuggling in bed last week, my little girl and I were having a little chat while we waited for the house to heat up. It was far too cold for us. We’d sent all the boys down to turn the heating on and light the fire. We’d giggled as they pulled on hoodies and bedsocks while […] Read more…

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If food be the music of love

To my little darling, I want this to be clear. We are not giving up on you. No way. This is not us admitting defeat. Not by a long chalk. Just pressing pause for a bit. Giving you chance to rest. A time out. We’ve all tried. Tried so very hard for four long years. Day in and […] Read more…

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Women on the edge

In Liverpool where I grew up the phrase “I am on the edge” is much bandied about. It is a brilliant statement that has evolved to comedy status over the years. The chippy was shut and I was starving. Then he couldn’t decide on Maccies or Chinese. I was on the bloody edge. There were […] Read more…

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The call

I remember three things clearly. That I had brought two bright blue jumpers in the Oasis sale that morning, I had a horrible cold, and I travelled on the train in first class. It is strange that 14 years later that it is this information that remains ingrained in my brain. Yet I can’t remember the name […] Read more…

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