Family gap year

There’s a general deep-seated anxiety that goes with being a cog in a family which is never organised. It’s kind of a sick, lump of a feeling that sits low in your stomach, down on your hips like a continuous toxic anxious pregnancy. Unfortunately, despite all attempts, this is incurable. Our family is a rolling shambles. But it’s our family and it always kind of pans out. [Read more…] about And we’re off