Am I the only one that becomes a teenager again when they visit their parents?
I kept feeling as though my mother should be the one looking after Lady F. I have a child? She’s my daughter? I’m not old enough, surely? I thought I got over this pinching oneself stage when Lady F was a couple of weeks old.
I’m convinced that had I stayed any longer than a week I’d have found myself listening to Take That, asking my mum for a lift to the phone box.
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