Freelance Imposter
With two children at nursery, I try my hand at working out of the house and it feels very strange.
I’m sat in a café behind a couple of brand-new mums. I don’t know that they are actually first time mums but I can see that their babies are brand new. Their faces are tiny and squishy; as fresh out in the world as the new prams parked along side them.
I am sat in the café, I should say, without any children. They are both in nursery on what is now my On…
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