Posted on July 11, 2014
Our little girl turns 8 tomorrow and here – for a change – is some revelation about her life pre gluten.
She was born, unfortunately arguably, in Scunthorpe, with its air pollution and pylons and peacocks. Awful birth and babyhood – constantly kicking, crying and moaning. I spent the summer of 2006 – hardly Bryan Adams I know – rocking her Moses basket on my side of bed, whilst worrying about smog and leukaemia from pylons. Happy days.
This girl is now wonderful: moods have changed, her mental and physical welfare have been transformed and she’s lovely indeed. Tonight, at Pizza Express, in Norwich, despite wearing Crocs (learned modelled behaviour?) I looked at her and my son and wife with pride and love.
I am blessed indeed,