Monday, March 08, 2010

I kept waking up through the night last night, thinking I was in labour. Isn't it strange how the memory of labour never leaves you, and resurfaces as a nightmare after far too long in the garden raking out moss.

1 comment:

Jan said...

I'm so glad you commented on my blog today, so that I'd come back and visit you. I stopped coming last year when it seemed like you weren't blogging anymore. Sorry about the lapse in my "attendance." Love to you. It's clothes hanging weather here again!