You hear people say it all the time. They 'don't get a minute to...do whatever'. Sometimes it's how I feel about the blog. But it's okay. It's something I could never have imagined before.
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The poetry of motherhood.
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1 comment:
How appropriate! I've been meaning to leave a comment on your blog for ages now but never seem to get a minute!
Ciara - I absolutely love the way you write and your blog entries make me chuckle. You have a very handsome wee baby too. I stumbled across your blog when I googled your Dad - you may remember me from Ratho. I know it was a l-o-n-g time ago but I remember you, Claire, John and Judith very well indeed and have some happy memories of our time as neighbours (and some dodgy 1970's photos of us as children wearing weird and wonderful fashions!) Anyway, keep up the great writing. You have most definitely inherited your Dad's talent for words. I am thoroughly enjoying your blog. I hope you are well. Best wishes, Hazel (Allan)
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