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The trauma of picking up a pencil

Yep, I'm still here, somewhere, it's been a crazy few months [read I need more sleep] and I don't feel like I stop even with the youngest now at the primary germ factory in the mornings all week. Tonight has been another night of homework tantrums. It's a cycle that is oh so familiar, so… Continue reading The trauma of picking up a pencil

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A trip with bigger feet

Normally I write about trips with the small people, but this was an overnight trip with my Dad. Grandma died at the start of this year and we dealt with the whole funeral in a lockdown that too many people have faced. Her ashes we agreed to scatter when there were fewer restrictions in place,… Continue reading A trip with bigger feet