I left Fraser at home with Matt today so I could meet up with Mum for our respective appointments with a psychic. I do this sort of this every now and then. Usually I go because I feel like I’m at a crossroads or that something in life is missing. This time I went along because Mum was keen.
There was nothing particularly stunning. Basically, “it’s all good.”
She did seem surprised I only have two kids and insisted there should be a third. I’ve told Matt to hurry up with the snippy-snip.