One year on.

Yesterday marked the first anniversary of what Mrs T described last night as "The worst day of our lives" (which you can read about here). It also means I've been keeping this blog just over a year, as I started when we'd just found out she was pregnant. She soon became, of course, no longer pregnant, and to date this remains the case: it's day three today if I'm not mistaken.

I sometimes feel a bit lost in all this.