Love in an elevator
The only way for a single mummy to have a picture of herself and her Popple Cake on holiday is to take it using a reflection. I spend my life looking for reflections for this sole purpose. Here, The Popple and I do our pre-dinner exercises in the lift. Yes, my iPhone is the old one, I’m a Luddite.
Our first ever holiday abroad was great. Two weeks of sunshine, lots of new friends and of course drama when Evie got a forked tongue.
One day I’ll fly away, but for now, the Universe has promised to give me a break, and I’m thanking it by being grateful for everything because it’s all part of the huge quilt of life. One bit missing and you’d have a cold knee. Not good.