Travels With My Daughter: Part One Of Hopefully Many
<p>Back in January, she’d asked me how I wanted to spend my birthday this year. I was probably grumbling at the pandemic-enforced lack of adventure in our lives. My last two birthdays had fallen in full-blown lockdowns. Our family unit bubbled across two households, so I at least got the semi-cinematic pleasure of watching the movie of my choice on my ex-husband’s enormous projector screen as a birthday treat. But I was definitely ready for more than that.</p>
<p>“Oh I don’t know!” I said. She pressed me further. Even thinking outside the four walls seemed a fairly pointless activity at this time. She pushed further still. “Ok … I guess, ideally, in my dreams, I’d love us to go away for an adventure. Edinburgh, maybe?” “Well why can’t we?” the irritatingly wise eight-year-old replied.</p>
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