Dear frankie, How can I describe the last few hours to you? For the first time in four months, I’ve given myself a break from looking after my newborn. I’m sitting in the sun with your new issue and a strong cuppa. I’ve been so tired but wired the last few weeks that I can’t switch off my brain (thanks sleep deprivation!), but you have saved me – I now feel like the super-mum I know I can be. All it took was a lil’ frankie. x Jessica
As a reader for more than five years, your piece “Let them eat cake” (issue 114) melted my heart. I shared it with my mum and we laughed as she pulled out her well-loved copy of the , with pages hanging out, icing on the pages, and folded corners for cakes my sister and I had requested. It was the highlight of birthdays when Mum would pull it out and ask which cake we wanted. Reading the article sparked many fond memories of cakes she made for me, from the swimming pool to the ladybug. Thank you for brightening my day and giving Mum and me a laugh at the end of a hard week.
