I write small blogs because I have a small mind.

My spelling gets worse on a daily basis, just like my vocabulary, my memory, and my imagination. I'm seriously considering running screaming into A & E and shouting "HELP! MY BRAIN IS TURNING TO MUSH!" But A & E is quite far away.

It's the little things.

When I was a kid.. 7 or 8, I'd only ever known one Sarah*, I thought it was the greatest name in the world, and that I would definitely marry a girl called Sarah and call my daughter Sarah, obviously the 7 year old me didn't consider this might be both confusing and a little weird, and rather over optimistic.

With every new Sarah I meet, my heart still sinks a little.

*This probably isn't true, but both my adult memory and my childhood attention span have colluded to make it so in my head.