Morrison's baby section, lovingly placed opposite the self service till which I frequent regularly now interups what used to be a calming and enjoyable lunchtime sabbatical. When I'm getting my lunch it never fails to find new ways of stabbing me in the tender spot where my heart is still trying to stitch itself back … Continue reading Dinosaur hat
I am apparently a glutton for self punishment. I didn't used to think I was, but time is proving otherwise. I found, and still find, that it can be all to easy to fall into unhealthy habbits when you're at your lowest. Picking at the wound so that it doesn't heal is one way of … Continue reading The baby isles: Avoiding things after miscarriage.