Today I lost my voice. Not entirely. I know where it is. It just doesn't want to come out easily, not without a great deal of croaking coaxing. It may have something to do with spending most of Saturday standing outside in the rain awaiting the arrival of Mr Bruce Springsteen in Hyde Park. So yes it was definitely worth it. Anyway, since losing said voice it made me realise something. I talk A LOT. Really I talk LOADS and LOADS. And it is really frustrating that now I can't do it very well. Or without it hurting. It was suggested by one of my favourite fellow bloggers that ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.