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And so that moment has arrived. After 96 months, in excess of 30,000 hits from around the world (mostly originating from Cornwall - thanks Mum) - with Antarctica the only continent without a hit - we come to an end. This blog will, unless Nancy chooses to maintain it, disappear to leave her digital future unmolested by the nonsensical witterings of her father.
8 years ago today, Nancy entered into this world a small braying peach and has transformed into a complex, profound, lovely, sulky, exuberant, tired, excited, funny and loving child and sister and daughter and grand daughter and erstwhile great-grand daughter. When she arrived the strictures of austerity felt like a temporary aberration rather than a deadening permanency.
The next 8 years for us all are more uncertain than ever but Nancy (and Esther and Tove) provide me with some scant hope that the ghastly maelstrom that seems to have enveloped us might yet be bested - I didn't attend a demonstration until in my 20s - Nancy in her 8 years, in contrast, has marched for climate change, to remain in the EU, to support an end to austerity (where she noted her disgust for this policy by being sick all over her mother) and I hope this appetite will only grow. And grow in all of us too.
I would at this point drone on about the passage of time and where these last 2920 days have gone but rather than fall into my soft headed paternal gack, I thought I'd show you where they'd gone.
From everyone here at The Adventures of a Baby Formerly Known as Mungo, good night and good luck.
Here are 8 (9 to be "technically" accurate) of the best.
You are loved Mungo.
8 years ago today, Nancy entered into this world a small braying peach and has transformed into a complex, profound, lovely, sulky, exuberant, tired, excited, funny and loving child and sister and daughter and grand daughter and erstwhile great-grand daughter. When she arrived the strictures of austerity felt like a temporary aberration rather than a deadening permanency.
The next 8 years for us all are more uncertain than ever but Nancy (and Esther and Tove) provide me with some scant hope that the ghastly maelstrom that seems to have enveloped us might yet be bested - I didn't attend a demonstration until in my 20s - Nancy in her 8 years, in contrast, has marched for climate change, to remain in the EU, to support an end to austerity (where she noted her disgust for this policy by being sick all over her mother) and I hope this appetite will only grow. And grow in all of us too.
I would at this point drone on about the passage of time and where these last 2920 days have gone but rather than fall into my soft headed paternal gack, I thought I'd show you where they'd gone.
From everyone here at The Adventures of a Baby Formerly Known as Mungo, good night and good luck.
Here are 8 (9 to be "technically" accurate) of the best.
You are loved Mungo.
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