Don’t let them fuck with you, those happy pictures.

No one takes selfies when they row.

The smiles were so rare you photographed them. You were together. You were being normal.

Then you shared them to pretend.

Now those happy pictures haunt you.

You seemed happy, people say.

They were only moments.

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The best bits are car journeys. Even when they’re short.

Stereo on. One we both know. Doing the and, aaand bit in The Weight. Sam Fender, The Beatles. The little one likes Billie Eilish but she’s okay with crooners too.

Sometimes, a trip is just a song-long and it’s still the highlight of my day.

There was a time when Dad/Daughter childcare was beyond me. I couldn’t manage. Now it’s all I want.

It’s the rest of the world that’s still hard.

We’re going to the coast for our Easter holidays soon.

I’ve made a playlist.

La, la, la, la, la, la
Love is strange

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