I look at this little one each day and my heart explodes with love and pride. I am so glad that my little girl lives in a country where she will get access to education and will be treated with dignity and respect as a girl and then a woman. So many girls and women don't have these guarantees. My aim is that this little one will know how lucky she is compared to others and will want to fight thier corner. She already gets feisty if her mother or I shout when it's not fair.
Day 7 in the life of #ErrolTheBlister. We were in a cafe in Ealing having lunch. It was all quite lovely with Ruth and O sharing a pizza (I say share when I really mean Ruth was eating it and O was refusing to eat it despite pizza supposedly being his favourite food), I was enjoying the big breakfast and A was enjoying some of my chips (because she'd insisted that she didn't want any food "AT ALL!!!"). Suddenly during the meal A shouted "HEEEEEEY!" It wasn't till the drive home that we realised that the water which had landed on her forehead and hair was not a random ceiling drip but must have been Errol's insides when he finally burst like a scene that was cut from the movie "Alien". I'm sad that Errol's demise went almost unnoticed and that he went with all the dignity of a plank but I will miss him dearly and am grateful for everything he brought to our little family.