Cancer

The man who bangs the table..

Theo is terrified of 'the man who bangs the table'. When he hears him, he freezes, eyes wide and immediately grabs my hand. When we are out and about, if he hears a banging noise, he immediately reaches for me, and whispers 'the man, banging the table'. Its his biggest fear. The man who bangs… Continue reading The man who bangs the table..

At Home

Cold..

      We were lucky to escape so far... but we've been hit. I imagine Theo and his lack of respect for the personal space of other children is the one to blame. As he spends the vast majority of his life kissing me, licking me, shoving his fingers into my mouth and smushing my… Continue reading Cold..

Being Mrs, Cancer

Lets have a cup of tea..

So last year, I went along to a coffee morning that my cousin held to raise money for MacMillan. I baked buns (ate a lot  of other people's buns) and donated some money. I never really thought much more about it. This year however, it felt totally different. I never thought in a million years that… Continue reading Lets have a cup of tea..