It has been the longest year. I feel as though I spent the first six months trapped indoors waiting for Baby T to arrive what with being unable to walk very far. That is a huge test with a toddler if ever there was one! Poor A. It made me tremendously sad to not be able to get out with her, to not take her on the train, to the beach or even to push her on the swings. It proved to be the source of a melancholy thats presided over the whole year.
