I don’t have any breastmilk in the freezer. I did, until this afternoon, when my wife took out the last pouch to give to our daughter tonight. It’s an unexpectedly emotional feeling, even though we’ve just been hanging onto that last portion, waiting for the clock to run down until it was time to either feed it to her or throw it away. I used to have a whole shelf; portioned, labelled, boxed up by date. First in, first out obviously – I remember my food handling course. But now, none at all.
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I’m sitting with coffee and my laptop in the garden, trying to write. Writing things out is good for me, it helps clear my head and give me space. It’s something I *should* do, like getting up in the morning or eating properly – something that will make me feel better. And I need things to feel better because frankly, I don’t feel good at all.
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Learning the World. 