DREAMING OF ASDA.

The first thing Izobel uttered this morning. The very second she awoke. Was a question. This question: Daddy. How did we get home? She asked. Home. Being in lockdown. Izobel and I hadn’t actually been anywhere to come home from. So I was pleased that Izobel’s 4 year old imagination had whisked her away. Silently. … Continue reading DREAMING OF ASDA.