…unlucky for some, 13. {13/52}

”a portrait of the bois bach, once a week, every week, in 2014” robb | sometimes when we are all sat down watching telly you drive me absolutely insane with how you have to wind the dog up {just let him sleep!} or you just can’t. sit. STILL.  and this photo is usually how you end up.  […]

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friday’s letters

dear first snood i ever knitted for myself: i love your chunky-ness.  dear dad: that story about how you and taid (his dad) would sit up late listening to the boxing on the radio? loved it. more of them please. diolch.  dear robb: thanks for the mothers day card you made me at school…but did you […]

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