Morning

Clearly, it's a long weekend. The observance of four days off from work mean that I am free to post drivel on here, lurking, boring you all to tears. My three cherubs are still asleep; it's 9.45am as I write. Those eye-watering early starts are long behind us now, thankfully. It's a pleasantly cool rainy…

Advertisement

The Egg Hunt

The egg hunt is over. It wasn't really an egg hunt, to be honest. By the time Hubster and I went to the supermarket yesterday, all hunting eggs had been snapped up. We bought something that would hopefully stand in place of six thousand eggs, as well as the usual chocolate bunnies that are left…

The Son

I knew he was different after the sleepover with his new friend Harry. He came home quiet, troubled, distant. So different to my wonderful, affectionate, and happy Charlie. Days passed where I observed. Watched for Charlie's idiosyncrasies. Mostly, they were all there. But it was his eyes. As his mother, I could see the way…