Brotherly love
Mar08

Brotherly love

My kids might be growing up fast, but we never cross the road without me saying ‘Cross carefully’. This is after we’ve already stopped, looked and listened and ascertained that we are safe to cross. I tell them to walk quickly – too slow and you risk a car appearing from nowhere as you trudge across in a dreamworld, run and you risk falling over. Unbelievably, perhaps, for my accident-prone kids, no-one has...

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My girl
Aug29

My girl

Growing up, I always wanted girls. It was mainly to with the clothes. I named my daughter in 1996, but didn’t give birth to her until ten years later. By then I’d had two gorgeous boys and, to be honest, I didn’t even want a girl any more. There seemed something pure about the idea of three boys. I imagined myself walking along holding hands with three adorable boys kitted out in blue and khaki. What was I thinking?!...

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