Salima Saxton

I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed for feeling ashamed. I remember saying to people, oh, please don't tell them because I think it would make really good gossip. But then there are the people and there are the moments that stand out for me There was the friend that flew across the ocean with squishmallows for my children and words for me saying, we have got this, we have got this.

I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed for feeling ashamed. I remember saying to people, oh, please don't tell them because I think it would make really good gossip. But then there are the people and there are the moments that stand out for me There was the friend that flew across the ocean with squishmallows for my children and words for me saying, we have got this, we have got this.

I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed for feeling ashamed. I remember saying to people, oh, please don't tell them because I think it would make really good gossip. But then there are the people and there are the moments that stand out for me There was the friend that flew across the ocean with squishmallows for my children and words for me saying, we have got this, we have got this.

There were the class mums who organised my son's birthday party. There was the woman in the playground who squeezed my hand because she could see I was feeling really wobbly. All those signs of kindness had actually always been there but I'd been too busy looking for other things. So for about 13 weeks, I lived on coffee, sausage rolls and adrenaline.

There were the class mums who organised my son's birthday party. There was the woman in the playground who squeezed my hand because she could see I was feeling really wobbly. All those signs of kindness had actually always been there but I'd been too busy looking for other things. So for about 13 weeks, I lived on coffee, sausage rolls and adrenaline.

There were the class mums who organised my son's birthday party. There was the woman in the playground who squeezed my hand because she could see I was feeling really wobbly. All those signs of kindness had actually always been there but I'd been too busy looking for other things. So for about 13 weeks, I lived on coffee, sausage rolls and adrenaline.

And by that April, my kids were in their new school. Coal was beginning to resurface and I could kind of exhale again. That February the 14th, or it took the sheen off everything. I couldn't give a fuck. Can I swear? I don't know. I couldn't care less about... I couldn't give a fuck, actually, about... about appearances suddenly. I just couldn't. I felt like I'd woken up. We lost Deliveroo.

And by that April, my kids were in their new school. Coal was beginning to resurface and I could kind of exhale again. That February the 14th, or it took the sheen off everything. I couldn't give a fuck. Can I swear? I don't know. I couldn't care less about... I couldn't give a fuck, actually, about... about appearances suddenly. I just couldn't. I felt like I'd woken up. We lost Deliveroo.

And by that April, my kids were in their new school. Coal was beginning to resurface and I could kind of exhale again. That February the 14th, or it took the sheen off everything. I couldn't give a fuck. Can I swear? I don't know. I couldn't care less about... I couldn't give a fuck, actually, about... about appearances suddenly. I just couldn't. I felt like I'd woken up. We lost Deliveroo.

We lost complicated cupcake flavours. We lost hotel people bar watching, which I love. We lost the perfect butter chicken tully. Oh, and we lost 24-hour access to buttons, chocolate buttons and Pringles. We lost the people for whom a postcode matters. Most surprisingly of all, we lost the fear.

We lost complicated cupcake flavours. We lost hotel people bar watching, which I love. We lost the perfect butter chicken tully. Oh, and we lost 24-hour access to buttons, chocolate buttons and Pringles. We lost the people for whom a postcode matters. Most surprisingly of all, we lost the fear.

We lost complicated cupcake flavours. We lost hotel people bar watching, which I love. We lost the perfect butter chicken tully. Oh, and we lost 24-hour access to buttons, chocolate buttons and Pringles. We lost the people for whom a postcode matters. Most surprisingly of all, we lost the fear.

Because, you know, when your life explodes and it morphs into something far better, the fear evaporates, disappears, distills, just goes into the atmosphere. I'm not scared anymore. There's just like a little firefly of fear. And that's to do with the health of the people that I love. There was an afternoon last summer. I was sitting in the garden in the farmhouse that we now live in.

Because, you know, when your life explodes and it morphs into something far better, the fear evaporates, disappears, distills, just goes into the atmosphere. I'm not scared anymore. There's just like a little firefly of fear. And that's to do with the health of the people that I love. There was an afternoon last summer. I was sitting in the garden in the farmhouse that we now live in.

Because, you know, when your life explodes and it morphs into something far better, the fear evaporates, disappears, distills, just goes into the atmosphere. I'm not scared anymore. There's just like a little firefly of fear. And that's to do with the health of the people that I love. There was an afternoon last summer. I was sitting in the garden in the farmhouse that we now live in.

And it was sunny, and I was watching my husband and my son tear up the lawn on the ride on Moa. There were my two girls, and they were leading their friend's horse, Stan, to get a bowl of water just inside the front door. And there was our cat, Tigger, failing to catch a mouse in the hedgerow. Tigger was an indoor cat, actually, in London.

And it was sunny, and I was watching my husband and my son tear up the lawn on the ride on Moa. There were my two girls, and they were leading their friend's horse, Stan, to get a bowl of water just inside the front door. And there was our cat, Tigger, failing to catch a mouse in the hedgerow. Tigger was an indoor cat, actually, in London.

And it was sunny, and I was watching my husband and my son tear up the lawn on the ride on Moa. There were my two girls, and they were leading their friend's horse, Stan, to get a bowl of water just inside the front door. And there was our cat, Tigger, failing to catch a mouse in the hedgerow. Tigger was an indoor cat, actually, in London.

But now, well, gone is this skittish creature whose mood you could never predict. Instead, We have a creature that leaps up trees, parties all night, purrs by the fire. She knows exactly who she is. I think much like all of us. Valentine's Day. It reminded me that most success is a wiggly line on a grubby piece of graph paper.

But now, well, gone is this skittish creature whose mood you could never predict. Instead, We have a creature that leaps up trees, parties all night, purrs by the fire. She knows exactly who she is. I think much like all of us. Valentine's Day. It reminded me that most success is a wiggly line on a grubby piece of graph paper.