A short poseur email, as this week thus far is crazy busy. Some strong-arm tactics I have needed to employ this week: – I will destroy you with fire. – I will not only burn that bridge, but I will
Bragging Rights
I’m so pleased – 4 year old Nora’s drawing of a robin (which she did all by herself) is going to be the cover of the nursery Christmas card this year. I love it, and since I am so far
Commuterville
A day or two a week I commute to London for meetings. Alastair travels in three days a week himself, so we spend a lot of time to-ing and fro-ing. It’s not a bad commute, if you don’t mind needing
I Will
My Babies – Things happen in life that makes you stop and want to breathe in the moments that you get to spend with the people that you love. Things happen that make you want to kneel down on the
“You feel a little older in the morning. By noon I feel about 55.”
Everything’s failing. I sometimes – often – struggle with it. This kind of thing isn’t supposed to happen, certainly not now. I’m 37. I am fairly sure it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I find out in two weeks

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