I know that this photograph isn’t clear, crisp or in any way perfect… but this is me and my Dad at my 30th birthday on Friday. It came from us talking about when he held me thirty years ago as a fresh newborn. And off the cuff, he said, ‘Let’s do it again!’ So thirty years on and much heavier…
It was raining. All day. Our plans for a garden party, to send our niece off to university in style, were looking less likely. We checked in with the weather forecast that told us it was brightening up. We looked outside. Heavy rain. We waited. We deliberated. We remained hopeful that the empty promises would show up for us after…
This will be a date that I will always remember. For many reasons. This was the day that I trotted off to London with one of my best friends, had a marvellous day and went to a concert in the evening. Doesn’t that sound simple? To me, it really is not so simple. I am a Mum, a wife, a…