Tag Archives: childhood

In which I prove my unreadiness to be a mother, amongst other things.

Frankly, Recently, I tried to explain to a group of friends that using a whistle and treat system to train a just-learnt-to-crawl six month old child not to pull things off the bookshelf, was entirely reasonable. I mean, it seems … Continue reading

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My magpie past

On a bright sunny day a few weeks ago as I was sprinkling long release fertiliser on my pot plants, I realised that I knew what those little multicoloured balls tasted like, the sharp tang as I bit into them and the sour aftertaste … Continue reading

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Livin’ the dream

Dear Frankly, As many of my friends get married, have children, buy houses, bury grandparents, get promotions, travel the world and generally astonish me with evidence of their sheer grown-upness, I still find myself doing cartwheels in the garden, dancing … Continue reading

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