A Little Itch at Christmas

When it gets to this time of year I start thinking about when my youngest was born. Those of you who know me will know that this pregnancy came after two stillbirths (Victoria and Olivia)  and one live birth in between the girls – Alex. When I was pregnant with Alex I spent six weeks... Continue Reading →

Painkillers and paranoia

Mr K (that's what I call Ian, my husband) suggested we catch up with Glastonbury this weekend. We snuggled down on the sofa to watch, smug in the knowledge that we could at least fast forward when the boring bits were on. The first assault on my ageing eyes was the sight of Jo Whiley looking absolutely... Continue Reading →

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