There had been no sightings of him for 24 hours. And since walking her little socks off for hours, Sophie (through tears) asked if she could go to nanny’s. Of course you can. Then I can drop this brave face. Continue reading
(That sounds familiar. Have I used that as a blog title before? Possibly, I say it often enough!) Why?! Why would I think draft tweets would be a good place to store thoughts for my blog? WHY?! Anyone? Bueller? Yes, I deleted them by mistake again. Bloody brain. Pre-accident if… Continue reading
She knocked my door about an hour later.
“I’m so sorry!” she said.
“No, its fine, I’m sorry – I’m really sorry, I should’ve let you stay the night. I feel terrible. What happened?” Continue reading