Tag: the boy
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Father’s Day
The children didn’t get me anything for Father’s Day. Except that The Boy gave me himself for the day. His eternal cuteness. His joyful smile. His (near-)impeccable behaviour. His love of bike rides. His love of trains. His utter despair at having to leave the model railway. The way he just rocks up to strangers…
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I stole this idea from Matt.* It’s been quite the year. My mini-me had just turned one year old at the start. I gave up seven years of freelancing to become a salaried employee again, with the fantastic Code For The People, who six months later sold me to Automattic.** Lots of travelling was had. In August,…