Right you lucky people, I’m resurrecting this.
Things are a lot different round these parts, but my love of the list endures. Here’s one about how life changes in 6 years.
- I don’t weigh 100 kilos, my hair is not blonde and I’ve mostly got over the need to start every sentence with ‘In England we…’
- See that fat faced adorable baby type thing I carried round everywhere? I seem to have misplaced it…hang on…
- Instead of making home made baby food, I now smoke and play loud music. That, my friends is what I call progress.
So, If I promise not to leave it another 6 years, would you believe me?