is when your daughter runs in and out between jobs to drop the dogs off and you say have you eaten and she says no and you pull out the pot of Taramasalata you’d got for her and pack it up with the rest of your Bombay potato bread and…
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I remember in my thirties
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Little tiny human
I remember feeling that it couldn’t be happening. I just didn’t have the energy. I was going in for an emergency Cesarean and I’d had the pre-med. It felt like I was about to climb mount Everest but had not taken on board the seriousness of the task and got…