Part Two – Chapter Thirty -Three
Okay, so my new phase of pregnancy idiocy seems to have me cleaning like a I have a bad case of OCD, and my ritual of choice is the skirting boards being bleached within an inch of their lives every single day through the whole house… and given I am now 6 months pregnant well 26 weeks to be precise with an arse the size of a hippo, getting up and down is a royal pain in the said big arse!
I am doing this task in the dining room, and the laptop is on the table, as I wash and bleach my way round shuffling along the floor on my big bum. I hear the ping of an email arriving. I have been waiting for news for a few days from Charlotte, from the American Veterans Family Re-connect charity, and so I quickly… well as quickly as I can, get up and head over to
