My baby was 5 recently.
A whole half a decade.
The time has flown by but of course, like every parent, I can barely remember what life was like without him.
I look at him now – so tall, so grown up, so articulate, so funny, so capable of pushing my buttons at a moment’s notice – and realise how enriched my life has become since he came into it. Continue reading A better person
A miracle happened when we were on holidays.
I read four books.
Four whole books – with two days to spare. I was annoyed with myself then actually because in a fit of unbridled optimism, I had purchased a 3 for 2 book deal the day before we flew out but then left the biggest of the three – The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt – at home because I couldn’t justify such a heavy book in my luggage that wouldn’t be read. But I was wrong! I would have gobbled it up! Continue reading One woman book club – holiday reads