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I hate birthday parties.Not just a little bit, but a lot. Can’t stand them.I had my first ‘proper’ birthday party – meaning that there were friends invited rather than just family – when I turned eight. Bless my mother who had to organise the thing just a few weeks after a divorce and a house-move. I am quite sure that there was delicious cake and lovely party bags and lots of fun to be had… but about ten minutes into the party I was in floods of tears having been given some over-enthusiastic ‘birthday bumps’ and that remains my abiding memory of the day.  Read more >

I don’t know what’s come over me. I seem to be in a confessional mood. Not content with sharing the details of my birth experience last week, I’m now going to post about postnatal depression too. This is going to be a long post, so bear with me.The benefit of waiting three years is that it I will (hopefully) write about it more coherently than I could have done at the time. In general my mental health is pretty good.   Read more >