Dear Diary…not a lot happened, actually
On Friday night, admittedly a few cocktails down, I clambered (gracelessly, with much grumbling) into our dusty overstuffed attic on a quest to find an old photograph I could picture in my head and that I just knew I must have kept. I didn’t find it. What I did unearth, however,...
A teen mum, always
I was a teenage mother. That is a fact about me that I could never have anticipated would define me in the way that it has, even now, even when my first baby (born so neatly in the Christmas holidays of my final year of the 6th form) is...