Genetics at the dinner table (it is a long time since GCSE biology) – trying to explain why we are all different, how people have elements of their family and why Freddie might possibly have had something wrong with him that came from one of us and only showed up because he was a boy. Or might not. (Back to not knowing anything again.)
Flowers for Freddie. Sometimes i think my heart will break because to refer to myself as mummy when i think of him or talk to him in my head, just doesn’t feel quite natural. I never really got to be mummy to him.