coming home


The Library

There is something about the smell, about walking in to a Library and, bang you are hit by that musty, booky smell.  The one that has stayed with you since childhood. I often take the minimads to the small library in the village.  They love playing with the books, the stacking plastic chairs and also the jigsaws, which are never complete.  They adore the thrill of having their own plastic library cards and being responsible for taking out their own books and putting them in mummy’s book bag. But the other day I took Mini to the library of my childhood.  The main library on the street where I grew up, more »


Getting Maxi – Part Three Coming Home

So the story continues…. We were allowed to bring Maxi home 3 days after I had given birth, my mum had gone back to North Yorkshire, so that we could spent some time on our own, just the three of us and the two cats. So we popped Maxi in to his car seat and left, just like that.  No one came and checked if we were going to be suitable parents, if we knew how to look after him or any such thing. The first thing we did was make a trip to Waitrose.  I was so sure I would breast feed that we didn’t have any supplies, so we more »