Apparently it was International Sibling Day last week but somehow I missed it. Anyway, here’s a picture of me and my brother, Pete playing in our garden in Edenvale in 1985. I am about 4 and he must be around 1. I’m not sure why he has a doll’s trousers on his head but I am clearly puzzled. Also I appear to have lost my bottoms?
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My dad is now on his way home after leaving us on Saturday for a few days in Paris. I can't say his visit was easy. I love my dad so much but after 14 years of living in a different country and almost 20 years of living in different homes, him being in my house for a week was just weird. Also he is all of the qualities I don't like about myself dialled up to 11 and I guess he makes me paranoid that I'm slowly driving everyone I love insane. Anyway, his partner knows I love flowers and bought me these beautiful roses to say thank you.
Happy birthday, Jasper! 🐒🐒🐒🐒
When you get your first tat and you're lit AF so you can't stop licking it
Why my 🕶 are always covered in little fingerprints...
This nap transition phase is a bitch. If he doesn't sleep in the day, he's a grump. If he does, he won't go to bed at night. It's sort of a lose/lose situation. Sleepy cuddles are still good though.
I never get to eat my own beans anymore...