Still haven’t got the time (or maybe the energy, my head’s addled) for a proper post. I totally meant to write about Harry’s birthday yesterday, but I forgot. But I did write about it for Bea: Harry is eight and I am freaking out.
In other news, I often worry when I’m writing if I’m repeating myself. I’m going to stop worrying about that now.
{via @davidbishop}
Not for nothing, but… It’s really quite something, and you know it. (You think?!)
Awwww… my brother is eight and is not even half as cool as Harry!