God, I’ve written so many of these about pages.

I’m obsessed with starting blogs. Starting things in general, in fact; I have so many unfinished knitting and crochet projects that the other day, I piled them high into a wicker basket – armless, loose ends straggling, holes begging for buttons – and admitted defeat, vowing to give them away.

I started this blog when my son was about six months old, and I’ve returned with a baby girl, a new home and a fresh craving to write. According to Substack I’m supposed to pop the benefits of subscribing on this page, but frankly there’s no real plan except to write about life and see how I go.

Why ‘titbits’?

My surname’s Titcomb. The word ‘tit’ is funny (see also: ‘butt', heh). I rest my case.

Who are you, and why should I care?

I’m Sophie. You probably shouldn’t. But in case you do, I’m a brand copywriter, mother, wife, aspiring author, hound custodian and country bumpkin. I live next to a railway and like to accumulate over ambitious projects I have no time whatsoever to pursue. This is my face.

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