1. Don’t play with your food [Craft Centre, Northern Quarter, Manchester]

Milo is on my lap, feeding again. Part of me is concerned about the newborn-esque frequency of these feeds, another part of me couldn’t care less. I am, I read in some 1950’s style childrearing book, an ‘accidental’ parent: I take not so much a regimented routine as a trial-and-error, mother’s-intuition oh-bugger-he’s-turned-into-a-scallywag approach to looking [...]

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