Would you eat roadkill?

It’s just gone 9am when the phone rings. I’m in between the school run and the nursery run. As usual I’m running – after D who is scooting perilously fast for her age, slaloming in and out of the ubiquitous dog poo. Newborn bounces against my chest in the sling and I have a feeling I’ve forgotten to do my bra up. Again. Then, … [Read more...]