Last week, I went on a date.
I went to the cinema, saw the new Ant-Man movie and ate a small bag of pick ‘n’ mix (because it’s a hella pricey). My company was this wonderful person who has made me laugh since birth. We have everything in common; from food to comics, and we share the same birthday. The thing is, we haven’t seen each other much since T came along three years ago.
Sure we’d have a few spare minutes to see each other whilst we popped to the shop or the toilet (don’t confuse the two!) but we hadn’t properly caught up in a long time, which has recently started to eat away at me. So much so that I no longer felt ‘free’.
If you hadn’t ready guessed, this person was me. Not Mummy-Kate or even Wife-Kate, but Kate-Kate.