parent management

after the night full of party my nappy looks like halfway eaten take away box of chicken korma, if you catch my drift

lockdown baby

so although I was alive and present for the entire last year, turns out I wasn’t much of a fun to my daddy since he didn’t really bother to put down anything I thought or said in writing. don’t know what finally changed his mind and have happened now, but only after I turned one…

songs

turns out there’s been plenty of songs my parents were already feeding me with. I may have forgotten the words and may not be entirely on the ball if it comes to the rhythm, but as I keep on scratching my bald little head, I’m becoming to pick up the tunes that I thought I…

the beginning

I can’t even imagine where this journey will take us. or should I rather say: where will it take me?