The code word of the weekend is minimum effort. Whatever it takes to get through Saturday and Sunday with a rambunctious, rocket-powered toddler and two wrung-out, sick parents. Whether it’s ice cream for breakfast or dinner in front of the TV, if a token effort to dissuade the wee beastie isn’t working, I am taking…
I would first of all like to say that this post was planned before I woke up this morning to the events in Manchester City. I dithered about changing the topic. Something really somber? Something else entirely that’s 100% feel-good? In the end, I went with what I planned originally because it’s actually terrifyingly topical,…
The Feathered Rose 