My uncle sits at the kitchen table, his newspaper spread out in front of him.
I bustle through my grandparents’ front door, shopping bags in tow.
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
It’s as if the previous 12 years didn’t happen.
Not everyone has the chance to know a great-grandparent, so I count myself lucky.
Strangers touching my bump. It was one of the worst things about being pregnant and happened more than a handful of times.
“I washed a fork, ” I tell Mr R proudly.
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“Where did you go to university?”
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Dad is crouching down about a metre from the television, his fists poised to punch the air.
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Among my favourite wedding photos, obviously after those of Mr R and I gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes, is one of me with his sister and cousins.
A picture is worth a thousand words, or so the saying goes.
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One of my favourite stories as a child was LM Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables.
She was a tiny woman with pure white hair cut into a bob and eyes that seemed as wide as those of a Disney character.
“Hasten, O God, to save me; Come quickly, Lord, to help me. You are my help and my deliverer; Lord, do not delay.”
“We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
“Are there any toilets nearby?” I ask the huddle of photographers. It’s 2am and I’m sitting in my Nissan Micra on the road outside King Edward VII’s Hospital in Marylebone, desperate for a wee.
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A Donald Trump bath duck, miniature porcelain clogs and a bunch of painted wooden tulips.
There are some moments in life that have such an impact you know you’ll always remember exactly where you were when you heard the news - no matter how much time passes.
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I’m eight and hiding under a chair in our doctor’s surgery, refusing to come out.
My foot hits the brake and we jolt to a halt. Maya starts to cry and I get that horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realise the other car has gone into her door.
“I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue, and it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho.
“Who has seen the wind?” asks 19th-century author Christina Rossetti in her poem of the same name.
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“I can no longer see you with my eyes or touch you with my hands, but I will feel you in my heart forever.”
“What’s she been in?”
“Whose phone is this?” the support worker asks.
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“Don’t you miss it?” one of the mums asks.
It’s quiet, too quiet - always a sign Maya is up to no good.
“How old are you?” the woman barks at us.
The man sitting opposite me is wearing a University of Michigan sweatshirt. I keep looking at it, desperate to tell him that I visited Detroit while covering the 2016 US presidential election and saw Barack Obama speak in Ann Arbor, the campus town.
On my first day back after maternity leave, my greatest achievement was probably buying a suffragette bath duck from the Commons shop as a gift for my daughter.