Season of change and renewal

(1) The announcement of Linnea's birth appeared online within two hours of her actual birth. By that time we'd phoned my mother, Rob's grandmother, Rob's parents, and our sisters. And then the friends who posted announcements. We didn't make any phonecalls until after I'd had a change of clothes, moved from theatre into the labour room, had a cup of tea, breastfed the baby for the first time, etc. Most third degree tears require 90-120 minutes of stitching, after manual removal of the placenta, etc. Uhuh.

(2) I've cut my hair off. It's now sort of chin/ear length (I did it myself so the margin of error was quite large) and I look oddly French - Rob says it's very Amelie, which is supposed to be a compliment. I think it probably needs to be shorter at the back.

Photos of me, for a change

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Over to you

The Workhouse Cafe, rapidly becoming a centre of my community, is also involved in a new, free newsletter, first issue yet to be, er, issued. They want anything and everything - writing, artwork, found or created, anything.

So what three things should I send them? Links to your choice of my work in the comments please and we'll see where it ends up.

I really must learn to take self-portraits. Meanwhile, time to recharge the camera.

Daddy

Just finished watching "What a girl wants" with Colin Firth. Now crying. This happened when I watched some Julia Stiles film too.

I don't suppose a little girl ever stops missing her daddy, really. Even when she knows what he's really like.