I am desperate for the toilet. I explain to my daughter Lottie: “Mummy is just going to run very fast upstairs and have a quick wee-wee. Mummy won’t be long. Mummy will be back very soon”. This instantly causes her bottom lip to tremble. Real tears appear down her cheeks. And she stands screaming at the bottom stair gate, until I (very quickly) reappear and comfort her.…

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By Henry, the cat. Pet of twins Harry & Lottie. So. I am quite angry. It was my very important day. My birthday. The day that I should be very overfed and stroked until I say stop. And they all forgot. FORGOT. ‘The one that feeds me’ remembered first. But not through love. Because she was sorting out some bills and found my vet notes; she…

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I did it. I went for a run this morning. Finally. If you have read any of my first post, when I set up my blog, then you will be familiar with my ‘list’ of things to do. One of them was to find my running gear and go running again. Something that I haven’t done since I got pregnant with the…

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