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We are the makers of things

We are the makers of things. This True North.

Welcome to the wee hours. That strange disembodied patch of time after the kids have gone to bed and the house is finally quiet, otherwise known as ‘your time’ – if you can keep your eyes open long enough and your hands off the wine.

To be fair, this used to be when I did my best work. 10pm was my magic hour. I was a card-carrying, candle-end burning night owl, meeting tight deadlines after heroic all-nighters and then backing it up the next day with nothing more than a shower and a double shot (sometimes espresso).

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Lessons from my mum

A bright shining girl

My mum sent me this photo the other day.

That’s her on the left. I don’t know when it was taken but she looks young; happy and carefree. Barefoot on the beach, no husband or kids just yet. On the threshold of her life, dreaming of travel abroad, maybe art school in Paris or studying the Italian Masters in Rome. A bright shining girl.

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They call me Mother

They call me Mother

Becoming a mother was the easy part. I fell in love with this nice bloke and we decided to have a baby. No problem! Not that falling pregnant was that straightforward but lucky for us it did happen and then hey presto, this little baby boy with huge brown eyes suddenly appeared in our house as if he’d been there all along, invisible and quietly waiting off to the side until someone came along with a fat crayon and coloured him in, rendering him real and vivid and squally.

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