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Two months to go. Things are starting to take shape. That chair is in the baby’s room – it cost £26 on eBay, and is exactly the colour of a Virago Modern Classic. Children’s books – a mix of our old ones, Oxfam spoils and presents. We haven’t bought her any clothes or, like, nappies yet but if she ever wants to peruse a slim volume quietly on her own, we have her covered.

Summer solstice has come and gone. There has not been a single week I’ve not worn my Barbour jacket. Often – I try not to look at this too often as it’s so depressing – the daytime temperature here is the same here as it is in winter Sydney. Still, it was nice weather for Jude’s birthday BBQ (that was the occasion for the new decorations you can see in the garden). And one thing about England is that the flowers, flowers, flowers are so beautiful and seem to need no attention at all.

An odd side effect of being pregnant is that I can only hold one thought in my mind at a time. It’s not how I’d want to be forever. But for now… people would pay good money for a drug like this.

Four months later.

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At first I didn’t look at them because we went to Australia. Then I told everyone I couldn’t get them onto my Mac Air, but that was sort of a lie and really I was just too scared to go through them. What if they didn’t match up to how perfect everything was in my mind?

(When I say perfect, I don’t mean wedding blog-perfect. For one thing, gorgeous Hackney Town Hall was covered in ugly scaffolding like an awkward teen with braces. It was so cold and windy our umbrellas turned inside out going from the ceremony to the reception. And I had just found out I was pregnant, so I couldn’t drink any of the wine! But it was just so happy.)

Anyway, four months later, I’ve looked. The wedding photos are beautiful. Thank you Jonathon.

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