Living the Dream

In March 2012, in the midst of dark, dreary hard work and apparent infertility, I drew a picture. In this picture, Husband and I walked along the river bank of the city in which we now live; pushing a pram and chatting to my parents, who are local to it. Above the picture, I wrote…

Curacy Bites

“I can’t believe we’re going to meet our new churches today. It’s weird isn’t it? Like I’m nervous, but it’s already sorted, so… I dunno…” “Yeah. Is this lipstick too much?” “No, it’s hot. It’s just that first impressions make me nervous you know?” “Hot? Like too hot for a Vicar’s wife?” “I thought you…