In preparation for our house move, I have just cleared out a cupboard that’s situated under the stairs. While doing so, I was reunited with an old friend. Not a human friend, but an old Diaper Dude changing bag that used to travel with me everywhere when Izzy was in nappies.
Let’s have a quick chat about putty shall we? Oh, not just putty but it’s messier variant, slime.
Something is going on in this household that is leaving me intrigued yet intensely irritated. I want to see if any of my readers can relate to my great source of annoyance and mystery.
I am beginning to wonder if I need to redefine second child syndrome. I’ve always thought of the second child as the one who follows in the shadow of their older sibling. Mum and dad can’t remember how much they weighed when they were born, they wear hand me downs and there are only two
I recently had the pleasure of driving to Guildford. While on the road, I was listening to the radio.
