Sundays are traditionally family day. Not for the M-Gs. No.
B, bless his (huge) cotton socks, works 6 days a week. And one of them is Sunday.
Today, like every Sunday, we miss Daddy.
Hurry home, B. It's not the same without you.
I’m Angie! I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order. He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.