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Last night we got in the car and headed north up the M6 at rush hour – I thought Mr Rigg had lost the plot, I am not a good passenger in traffic, especially motorway traffic.  I had been told we were going out for dinner, but where we were going I had no clue.  I thought it must be somewhere pretty damned good if Mr Rigg was brave enough to make me sit in motorway traffic for it.

By now it was clear we were going to Liverpool, but I couldn’t think of anywhere there I wanted to go for dinner.  Mr Rigg assured me 2 million percent that I wanted to go to this place – I thought he’d gone mad and clearly mis-heard a restaurant name and we were going to end up at some totally random place.  But 2 million percent is a lot to be sure by.

It turns out we were going to Jamie’s Italian – I must confess I didn’t know there was one in Liverpool – and I didn’t realise where we were going until we turned a corner and there it was.  Mr Rigg came through.

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I've been away from Instagram for 2 weeks now. I don't really know what made me stop I just felt I needed to get away from it for a bit. I'm fighting against post natal depression and perhaps Instagram perpetuates the falsity that things are all fine. It's easy to miss out the dark bits and look back on only the lovely bits. I was all at sea with why I was sharing pictures, who for, and sometimes the pressure I've felt seeing snippets of other peoples lovely looking lives got a bit too much - I know no one's life is perfect but my mind plays games and convinces me otherwise. Then this evening I got a comment on a blog post I wrote about my personal health struggles a few years back and how I healed myself with food. My sharing had given this woman hope and helped her as she is in a place I once was. It reminded me why I started out my blog, which was to share snippets of my experiences in the hope that it could inspire or help just one person, that they wouldn't feel so alone. I hope I get back into Instagram as I've missed the little community I've found here x The fun and glitz of our past 24hrs in London was so nice, but for me I still don't think you can beat that coming home feeling. For me it was watching Tilly eat a plate of homemade scrambled eggs (with her hands of course!), a line of washing hanging in the kitchen, and just feeling relaxed in our own space again. On our way to the station, Tilly's first ride in a black cab, just wanted to play with all the fun looking switches :) London you were fab!

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