My little news pony
Disclaimer: this is a bit of a fan post combined with memories of early days with my boys. It’s honest. …I am going to warn you and not apologise for it. It’s no secret that when I had my two children, I found parenting hard work. A long slog, morning to night, to midnight, to…
This is not all easy.
This month I have learnt that my mind can move mountains….this poem was the beginning of what is term a fairly seismic few weeks. Next post will drill down but in the meantime… Have a look at this and start the ball rolling!
To call a meal out a treat is misnomer In these days of Covid Just ordering is trauma And trips that are meant to relax and de stress Result in group panic and emotional mess. The app doesn’t download The logon is wrong The discount that tempted Has gone for a song The children are…
I wonder if we would have got on if we had met before before I became this before I lost that before I understood what time ticking means before the hand sweeping round to me, Past you. I think we would have chimed. Perhaps a different tune. But in time. In time.￼