At almost 20 years old, my daughter is all grown up now. It’s fab – we’re friends, she’s funny, we have fun, she’s a lovely young woman of whom I’m very proud – but sometimes I really miss having a small child around the house.
When she was little, I used to love playing with her toys. Playmobil, especially; she had tons of the stuff, and it’s all up in our loft until she moves out and has kids of her own, who may be lucky enough to get their little mitts on it one day. (more…)
