Saskia: Mid sentence. I can't remember exactly what you were saying here but you were requesting that I join in on your imaginary game. I think I was supposed to play the trumpet on the stick.
Félix: Wearing the sailor romper that your sister wore (sent my Aunty Mimi) all those moons ago…
A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, as a two year old.
A portrait of my son, once a week, every week, from birth.