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2 weeks ago | 
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It’s Memorial Day! Yet another year where I’m no closer to understanding American holidays, but what I do understand is that (a) this is about honouring the fallen military but also (b) it’s a federal holiday, so Brandin gets it off (unlike, say, MLK day, which some workplaces give off but not all).
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3 weeks ago | 
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Upgrade to paid to play voiceoverEach night before I go to sleep, as I lie in bed, cuddled up with the stuffed tiger my parents bought me at some stage in my childhood (my sister Beatrice has one too. Hers is a cheetah, a fact that didn’t get in the way of her calling it Tigey; I, being six years younger than her and very original, called mine Tigey, too.
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1 month ago | 
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We’re still working on toilet training Atlas — so far, he’s got a 100% success rate so long as he has nothing on his lower half, but obviously this isn’t a feasible tactic for when he leaves the house so please, all suggestions welcome! — so this morning the TV is broken again (“so hard to fix the TV!” Atlas proclaims) while Atlas has his breakfast.
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1 month ago | 
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It’s been over a month since the AI Barbie trend took over my algorithm – and yours, too, I bet – and I’m still thinking about it. I didn’t partake at the time, because I have complicated feelings about AI.
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1 month ago | 
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This morning I wake up feeling positively exhausted, which makes little to no sense as Roman’s actually sleeping better than ever at the moment, in one big chunk from around 8pm to 3am, at which point I get up to feed him before putting him back in his bed — yes, his own bed! — until 7am. Maybe it’ll take a while for my body to get the message that we’re not being tortured by sleep deprivation any more.
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1 month ago | 
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I’ve started taking walks around mine and the adjoining neighborhoods. These estates are the only walking tracks available to me unless I want to get in the car, and I don’t – I want to go for a walk. Getting in the car is a different thing. When I get in the car, I am, inevitably, going to do a chore or other.
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1 month ago | 
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Today is the first day of the rest of my life! is how I would usually think about this, an ordinary Monday, that just happens to be day one of a new block of training with Empowered Movement, a programme my friend Sophie bought me three months’ worth of as a gift (truly, I don’t deserve friends like this).
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1 month ago | 
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I was going to put this at the end, but then I thought, why not start with the good news? No one ever starts with the good news. They start with the bad, so the good news can act as a sort of palate cleanser, a chaser, a mood-booster after the depressing bits. That’s bullshit. Sometimes you want to start with the good stuff.
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2 months ago | 
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I set my alarm for 7am every day, but inevitably snooze, cuddled up against my personal hot water bottle (Roman) until 7.30am at least. Today I go one further and don’t get up until 7.45am, meaning there’s a bit of a rush to get Atlas up, dressed and fed before the bus arrives at about 8.30am.
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2 months ago | 
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We spend Easter Sunday – Brandin and I, and our boys (four, at last count, although sometimes it feels like a dozen, or more); Brandin’s siblings and their partners, kids, sometimes a dog or two; uncles, aunts, partners and cousins, at Brandin’s grandma’s house, a little north of Fort Wayne. Lunch, an egg hunt, and nonsensical conversations are the order of the day.