Growing up and moving into adulthood in working class UK suburbia, birthdays were mostly fun with only one or two exceptions. Parties, treats, a gift or two etc. Clearly, not everyone is that privileged, and I certainly appreciate that. When considering “landmark birthdays” however, it is both subjective and dependent upon where you live regarding what might be labelled as such.Read More
One of the beauties of having several children, is that they are all so different from each other. Watching each of them grow up and interact with the world around them is fascinating in each case. As a parent, one’s relationship with each of them is rewarding for both the same and different reasons as a result of that individuality. Whilst they are all different however, they are after all the components of a whole. The dynamic is very noticeably different when one is not there, as has been seen of late with our eldest moving away to university. I’ve written a few things on this blog about my pride in my kids…three out of four of them so far. So, it’s more than high time I finished this off and spoke about the youngest of the brood, Imogen Frances Foley.