The last tango

It’s been a week since I stopped breastfeeding Gwen. It was a last-gasp, 4.30am feed. Like a final, post-breakup fling with an old lover: you…

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What will we remember?

The only memories our parents have of our own first birthday parties, come from photos. In years to come, Gwen, what will we remember of…

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She hiccuped her way into the world

Today is our little Gwendoline Joan’s first birthday. A year ago, her enormous, bump-juddering hiccups broke my waters, and my body gave this soft little…

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Velma Dinkley rocks

Imagine a world without Scooby Doo. For our Austin, the show is everything. He frequently demands we ‘spliddup and look for clues’. He’s developed a…

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The street where we live

waxing lyrical in the park   Watching your children growing up is a slow process of separation. Cut the cord, wean them off the nipple,…

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Dydd Gwyl Dewi hapus

We were supposed to be in Wales this weekend, visiting relatives and friends. Instead, we’ve been kept at home by a laryngitis-like lurgy and a…

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Ooo-did and the Princess

In my early pigeon pair days, a playgroup visit often led to me using one hand to wrestle Austin away from the girl he was…

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