When I was pregnant with my third child I thought I would go to the luxury end of town for the birth. A new private hospital had opened offering spacious delivery suites with every mod-con including spa baths and heat packs and bean bags and drugs; lots of drugs, but what sealed the deal was […]
Vanilla Slice and…Not Everyone Can be a Ballerina
February 12, 2012 By 43 Comments
I went to ballet classes when I was growing up. Did five years of them. Every Thursday afternoon from 4-5pm. Mrs Warwick was the teacher. She was an older woman who ran the classes from a studio she’d purpose-built in her backyard. She had carrot-read hair piled on top of her head like she was […]
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