Brilliant writing. Remembering days when son aged 2 was just about transportable in push chair. Went to Turkish restaurant in Essex Road, Islington, and the owners were delighted to have him. He tottered around, crawled on the floor and people were so supportive of a newish mother
Ugh those feelings of inhospitality to a careful pram parking plan! (Meanwhile economists act baffled at the sinking birth rate…). Wonderful to see you celebrating shared meals with baby and friends. One of the best things.
Really enjoying your documentation of these early days and so impressed by the delicious things you are making / being made. I am inspired by the ways in which your clear, bold, insightful writing allows these experiences to exist in a literary space.
Brilliant writing. Remembering days when son aged 2 was just about transportable in push chair. Went to Turkish restaurant in Essex Road, Islington, and the owners were delighted to have him. He tottered around, crawled on the floor and people were so supportive of a newish mother
Ugh those feelings of inhospitality to a careful pram parking plan! (Meanwhile economists act baffled at the sinking birth rate…). Wonderful to see you celebrating shared meals with baby and friends. One of the best things.
Really enjoying your documentation of these early days and so impressed by the delicious things you are making / being made. I am inspired by the ways in which your clear, bold, insightful writing allows these experiences to exist in a literary space.
Lovely to read through your writing, as always (and I also have my sneaking suspicions about which London café you’re talking about…!)
(we had run out of coffee) love
This all looks so very delicious!! And I am sorry about that blatant inhospitality. I truly hope they change their ways.