At least nine times yesterday the 6-year-old advised me that today he would run me a bath. When I opened my mothers’ day gifts I realised what had sparked his enthusiasm.
Three weeks ago my friend died of breast cancer. Today we say goodbye to her. The only entry requirement that her husband has stipulated is that we send him a photo and some memories that he and their daughter can share. Here are our memories.
With Jamie and Jools having their two daughters there for the birth of the latest addition to the Oliver family, I wondered if that was acceptable. Then I wondered who was I to judge?
Cogito Ergo Mum 