Dear Mr Collin Brewer, Firstly may I congratulate you on your recent re-election. It has certainly come as a surprise to many. Indeed I believe that I can count myself amongst the number of people who were slightly bemused as to quite what societal blip occurred in-between your apologetic resignation in February and then rather
On Saturday 13th April 2013 I will be celebrating Undiagnosed Children’s Awareness Day, probably at home, perhaps with an acquired bit of Easter chocolate, but undoubtedly with a huge sense of pride. I guess I don’t talk that much about Dominic (and of course Elliot and Lilia as we know they have a milder form)
I feel a bit squidgy inside, gooey almost. It’s not from the glut of Easter eggs that I have eaten (that has been hampered by the fact that there seemed to be an Easter egg shortage in Hertfordshire this year) but because of fluff, and newborn-ness and big eyes and wobbly, unsure legs. Shall we
Yes, you read the title of this post correctly. I have spent most of the day staring at an egg. It’s not just any egg though, it’s an egg with personality. To be fair the personality probably comes more from the chick inside it than from the egg itself as the shell is the only eggy bit left.