I recently spent the weekend with my Glugster and my knucklehead.
We were away from home, just us three, with lots of time in the car, lots of time doing things with just us three…
On the Friday and the Saturday the knucklehead didn’t take his meds.
It was a wonderfully fun, immensely challenging and volatile weekend.
I looked at my husband on the Sunday morning whilst we were having breakfast and I said: “How the fuck did I do this on my own for 17 years!?”