Not a big issue

That last post was a bit long, so this one is going to be short and sweet.  I bought a Big Issue yesterday from the lady who sits outside the station.  Taking my money, she put the magazine in the buggy.  Looking at the baby who was looking at her, she reached into a pocket of her floor-length black skirt and took out a pack of tissues.  She handed me one and gestured that I should wipe Daniel’s nose.  ‘Thank-you,’ I said.  As I left, I realised I had been expecting my change, not a tissue.  I didn’t get it.

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I started blogging after the birth of my first child. Since I stopped working, I realise I am defined far more by my relationships than by what I do. So, I am: wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend.

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