Some years ago, two very close friends of mine asked me if I would be a "non-God parent" (none of us are religious) when they had children. I said yes unreservedly as I really love this couple and felt honoured to have been asked. None of us, however, were expecting for them to have triplets.
After they were born, my friends decided to leave London (they lived in a 2 bedroom apartment on the top floor of a building in central London with no elevator.... 5 flights of stairs with three babies is an interesting concept...) due mostly to the fact that they couldn't afford to continue living here with five mouths to feed instead of two.
So they moved to Sheffield, where they first met at university. Nearer their parents, a relatively diverse city, etc. It hasn't been a smooth ride, they both miss London and their friends immensely, and often feel that people there don't 'get' them.
My weekends spent with them in Sheffield are always pretty surreal, thought I'd share some images from this one. In case you're wondering... the bed and the dolls are actually in the room I slept in. Let's just say it took me quite a while to get to sleep. And when I woke, I had a facial tic.
2 comments:
At least there were no weird clown dolls in the room - they can be scary!
How did you even fit into that bed?
that's a very good point, Anhoni. It certainly wasn't the best night's sleep I've ever had...
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