Dearest nephews…

I cannot wait to be a part of your lives as you grow into the strong, loving boys you’re destined to be.

My dearest nephews…

I longed to be an aunt for an age and yet my siblings were on their own life course. They made me wait and wait and at the time I had made a pivotal decision to move to another country in October 2014, I finally learned of your impending arrival…

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No longer a serial subconscious conformist.

I keep my circle small. I trust few and befriend fewer.

Breaking the ties that bind.

Serial

adjective
  1. repeatedly committing the same offence and typically following a characteristic, predictable behaviour pattern.
    “a serial killer”

Subconscious

adjective
  1. of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one’s actions and feelings.
    “my subconscious fear”

Conformist

noun
  1. a person who conforms to accepted behaviour or established practices.
    “organisations where employees are loyal without being unthinking conformists”

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A letter to a young Shevy…

So many good things that will outweigh the bad, you will endure, of this I am certain.

Dearest Vaun,

In a few short years, you will learn the difficulties that life presents to it’s less fortunate participants. Despite your best efforts, you’ll be hard pressed to avoid drawing the short straw as you navigate adolescence, puberty, teenage life and young adulthood.

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Dear Diary – Human pincushion again (11/10/17)

I would choose a lifetime of pain and suffering in the company of my children and family, over death or stroke any day.

I thought I had reached the epitome of metal sometime before 7am this morning, I’d gone from dying my hair to dying my blood! Alas, the blood dying was merely for the purposes of an abdominal CT scan and by 4pm in the afternoon I was shedding bucketloads of tears, being forced to make a rushed choice between pain and … well, pain.

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