My two year old son drinks his milk out of a plastic baby bottle with a ‘6 month flow’ teat. Probably the same baby bottle he drank from before he could sit up. A bottle meant for a baby. Continue reading
There has been a fish finger poking out from under my fridge for roughly a week. Every time I walk into the kitchen I see it, like a little mouse poking its head out of a hole in the skirting board looking for cheese. Every time I walk into the kitchen it serves as a stark reminder of how utterly shattered, and therefore un-house proud I have become.