I’ve been reading a lot of other people’s diaries lately. Published ones, I’ve not be rifling through the personal musings of my husband and child. Though, Max did do his first drawing this week and I like to think that if I did read his diary, it would just look like this.
It all started last month, when I finally watched Bridget Jones: Mad about the Boy. I’ll admit it wasn’t the greatest installment in the BJU, but had some absolutely banging quotes from Hugh Grant like:
“If i’d know you were coming i’d have worn a tinier nightie.”
Can’t wait for the next one.
Nod to Sarah Lloyd for sharing this with me.
And nod to the BBC for sharing this with me:
And it had me thinking about ways of documenting time. More specifically how I would like to document time right now, when it feels like I should be, but I am also really bloody tired.
I’ve been reading Ann Lamott’s ‘Operating Instructions’ - a memoir about raising her son in the 90s, in which she says heartbreaking things like:
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