Category Archives: Irista

Stepping back in time…

Poppy Loves Irista

Me (Poppy) in my favourite elephant pyjamas, trying to dodge bedtime. Yes, I know I look like a boy. But I don’t anymore and that’s the main thing. I think.

One of the inevitable jobs when moving from one home to another home (which is what I am doing at the moment) is opening up lots of dusty, old, sellotaped up boxes, which are full of things you know you love but you just can’t remember what.

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