A Wander Down Caledonian Road

I like big books (though I cannot lie, this one hurt)

I birthed a person in June 2012, following on from a similarly improbable feat in July 2009. Twelve years later on the same weekend I wrote not a single word; instead I inflated an airtrack, ate cake, and wondered how I’ve ended up parenting these whole adult-sized people.

During the last few days of this week (when I’ve not been working or wrangling we…