53. Sleeping beautifully [The Old Bakery, Robin Hood's Bay]

Time was, my baby didn’t sleep. Not just the odd night waking here and there: he was awake, and bawling, every two hours. All night. Every night. For twelve months. When I asked advice from the health visitor, she suggested ‘sleeping when he sleeps’. Silly cow, I thought, he doesn’t bloody sleep. Not even during [...]

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50. Feeling hot, hot, hot [Whitby beach]

‘Oh my god, he’s got sand in his eye.’ ‘No, darling, please don’t do that, you’ll just rub it in.’ ‘I don’t know what to do. What should I do? Would a tissue help?’ ‘He’s rubbing it in. And now it’s stuck to the sun-cream.’ ‘Milo, darling, just hold still while I wash it off. [...]

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