There are lots of things I have forgotten.
I have forgotten what it feels like to come home from work and flop on the sofa.
I have forgotten how it felt to be able to blow over £100 on a pair of shoes and not blink.
I have forgotten how to dance into the wee small hours
I have forgotten want the packaging at Agent Provocateur looks like.
I have totally forgotten what not being tired feels like; I regularly anoint by body inside and out with caffine to get by!
I have also forgotten what life was like before Isobel; forgotten that there was ever a time when I wouldn't be picking unidentifiable goo out of hair and wiping something very identifiable from a bottom.
AND I have forgotten what it felt like before my heart grew a billion sizes.