Rambling

My Fingers Are Blue

Those were Orion’s first words this morning, when I opened his door at 6.30am to find him sitting up in bed, light on, book in hand, looking irritatingly perky. “My fingers are blue.” Yeah, well, it’s something crazy like 3 degrees outside, kid. I’m not surprised. At this stage in Orion’s life, I’ve started to… Continue reading My Fingers Are Blue

Rambling

Taking A Breath

My alarm went off at 6.30am. At least, I think it did, because one talent I’ve developed during the Covid-19 lockdown has been the superhuman ability to turn my alarm off without actually waking up. By pure luck, in my zombie fumbling, I managed to push the sleeve of my pyjama top almost all the… Continue reading Taking A Breath