My sister calls my family the waltons. She says every time I see her there is another one of us. She’s not totally wrong, we are now a seven – my husband and I, 3 children between us, the cat Jean and now the kitten I found wondering around in our street on a Sunday morning. Molly.
Seven mouths to feed, I must be mad. My wonderful friend Jane is convinced I had planted Molly outside the house so we could ‘find’ her. I wish I was that clever.
Here’s Molly this morning helping me Blog…kind of.