The Girls From Sandycove Sian Ogorman by Sian O'gorman B0CDL11LLS instant download after payment.

It was a beautiful early June morning and Flora had decided that, at thirtytwo years old and after five years of marriage to Justin, it was time to talk about having a baby. He'd always said he needed time to establish his accountancy business before they could even think about starting a family, but as he was always going on about new clients or repeat businesses, surely they had reached that point by now? Meanwhile, Flora had put her own career in the deep freeze while they settled down into his old family home, once his parents had both passed on, close to Sandycove, just outside Dublin, where Flora had also grown up.

When they had met, she had been a textile designer and was on the cusp of heading off to London to take up a master's at a major art college but she fell in love. Justin was so charismatic and fun to be around, so she stayed in Ireland and focused instead on making their life work. Her lovely weekend job as a sales assistant in the haberdashery in Sandycove became her fulltime career.

But however much she loved Justin and wanted a child with him, she sometimes wondered if he was just an overgrown baby himself. There was a photograph of Justin as a toddler – the same overly ruffled hair, the same darting look in his eyes as though searching for hidden treats, his big cheeks puffed up, refusing to smile for the camera – which could have been taken last week. Even the clothes were similar – shorts and a polo top were his uniform then and now.