I've heard it said that the most challenging thing a person can do, is raise a child. Not 'have a child', mind; let's face it, that requires next-to-zero intelligence, but to raise one successfully.
I've spent the past nearly-six years hearing nothing but praise for Zachary; he's very intelligent, articulate, beautiful (cute/whatever), and when with . . .
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It was the weekend of Zachary's party.
The morning started well with me waking at the crack of 9am, sauntering downstairs, deciding to skip my exercise session so as to rotate my rest day from Monday to Sunday and enjoying eight slices of wholemeal bread with a little raspberry conserve.
After showering and watching some . . .
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After a few increasingly concerning emails and messages, Michael, Melinda and Emma McCoy arrived back at Gatwick on a flight from Amsterdam on the 18th August and headed towards my place in Orpington.
They'd previously been planning on arriving the following Sunday, but decided to come a little earlier. Emma was especially looking forward to . . .
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In times gone by, the role of raising children usually fell to the mother who would keep house while the father went out and was known as the 'bread-winner'.
In modern times, mothers are often keen to maintain a career and thus there are fewer stay-at-home mums. In these instances, when still in a relationship, . . .
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Despite initially thinking it would be a quiet weekend with Zachary, it's turned out to be anything but!
The action started at 5am Saturday with me settling into the first real freelance work I've done in months. I was able to get a good few hours done before Zachary surfaced. Then, during breakfast the phone . . .
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