Dear Max After a wonderful Mother’s Day yesterday (great 21km race, French toast, beautiful flowers from you, divine sushi lunch), my iPhone got stolen, straight…
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Dear Max Thoughts from this week: – Time does not heal some wounds. Like breaking my iPhone screen for the second time in two months….
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Dear Max So while I love my iPhone a lot and while loads of pics on this blog were taken on my iPhone, the good…
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Dear Max The other night at Wolves with my three running Twitter gal pals, @BronyW, @TheBadJogger and @ZaraBromfield, I made a joke that the words…
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Dear Max I’m an unashamed fan of doing stuff on my phone, least of which is talking on it, most of the time. My latest…
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Dear Max I so understand what people mean when they say that kids just get better, cuter and more “rewarding” as they develop. Not that…