One of the joys of having more than two thousand (!) posts in my archive is the delight of stumbling on to an old post and re-reading it again. I’m pretty sure only my mother has read all of them, and if I’ve forgotten the content I’m pretty sure that most of you probably have as well – even those of you who’ve been here since the beginning. Also, recycling is chic, retro is in fashion, and everything old is new again. With all that in mind, I will shamelessly occasionally post some of the old gems from the archives: my flashback faves.
And yes, it does not escape me that this prologue is longer than the original post, written back in 2005 but probably still appropriate today.
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Overheard recently at my house:
Me: Boys! Dinner’s ready.
Tristan: Oh no! Not again!
