“We’ll just hide the sparkles, dear,” the hairdresser once said. Sparkles? WTF? It took me ages to interpret sparkles was the glamorous term to grey hair. Usually a visit to the hairdresser is not an enjoyable experience. I never know what I am supposed to ask for besides for the standard “cut&colour, thanks” and usually…
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As soon as the girls started sleeping through, I started to enjoy a glass of wine or two in the evening. A year had passed since I had last touched alcohol at the weekend hens celebration. I remember the memorable hangover the day before the Monday morning pregnancy test. I did not miss the year…
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