When I first moved back to Narrandera I took a job as the events co-ordinator with the local council. It was a job share position and the other girl had returned after a year of maternity leave.

An entire year, fully paid. No concerns about what to wear, about ironing your clothes for the week. No concern about anything except to remember to turn the T.V on at midday because that’s when Dr Phil starts.

“So, you just had a year off?” I asked her, on my first day. As far as I was concerned, she was the luckiest girl in the world. Harriet didn’t answer me but there was fire in her eyes. I was confused.

Let’s just say we never had a very good relationship, from that moment on.

And now I know why. Having a Tiny Monster means never having a...

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