Tag: childhood memories
Mirror mirror, and a London Monday.
This morning my alarm went off at 7am. Forty minutes later I managed to ease the sleeping baby back into bed and actually got up 🙁 not the start to the day I’d had planned, but nevertheless we all made it out of the house and on to a train just over an hour later,…
Where I'm from
I am from the cul de sac, from Black Jacks and paper bags of penny sweets. I am from the ordinary semi that grew and grew to fit in the biggest family on the street, and all the neighbourhood children in the back garden on swings and a slide with a paddling pool in the…