I wish we could skip this part and get straight to the bit where we're friends. But you can't cry on someone's shoulder unless you've asked them where they're from and one day I might be very glad that I did.
Giant shiny pennies and a tiny silver sixpence, swingboats in the rain, a quarter of sweets in a ripped paper bag, a journey down a mine, tiny cottages with smoke curling out of the chimneys. There were too many good things to count.
He walked in on me dancing wildly to to the tune that's been playing on a loop in my head and joined in the silent dancing without a quiver of a question. "Clap along if you know what happiness is to you"
I'm a brand new mummy discovering the pleasures and pains of staying at home and watching my little boy grow. I like to write, to make things and to wander in the great outdoors. I've created this blog to document my days and capture some of my thoughts before they flit away.