My little girl had her fifth birthday yesterday. She got a pink scooter, had a massive slice of chocolate cake and by anyone’s standards, it was a pretty good day. And as always, when one of the kids has a birthday, I thought back to the day she was born. The day, five years ago
‘What do you do?’ I hate that question. Really hate it. It’s up there with, ‘tell me about yourself?‘ and ‘how do you spend your days?’ I despise those types of questions. Mainly because what the person is really asking is, ‘who are you?‘ and unless you’re prepared, you can’t answer it easily or quickly.
This post is a two in one, a review about Back When We Were Grown-ups and the book choice for April. And before you say anything, I know I’m slacking here. I should’ve written more posts, kept up to date but, to be honest, what with the day job and writing and reading, it got