I am a technophobe in so many ways, and lament the days of yore when life was simpler and the very idea of ringing someone FROM YOUR CAR was mindblowingly and terrifyingly futuristic. But I also embrace the magic that Read more
Dahlias can bugger off. And tulips, for that matter. After spending way too much time trying to copy garden influencers and create a “container garden”, I have decided – for my purposes at least, that this is a waste of Read more
At the start of September, Boy Seymour had an appointment at his new college. He had to show up, sign up and step up to his new role as sixth form student. Boy has been taking the whole thing in Read more
Early in the summer holidays, I was trying hard to write a blog post about ADHD. This may be prompted by the fact that I now find myself teaching Psychology, a subject that I have a fascination for, and the Read more
I think it must be something to do with the age I am at but there seems to be significance in everything currently. Significance doesn’t mean good nor bad – it probably just means that I’m reading into things more. Read more
It’s been a busy week here at the Funny Little Bungalow, and not just because yet another Prime Minister has decided to bail out. Last Thursday, Legally Blonde – the (full-length) musical that Mini Seymour has been rehearsing for since Read more
At last! Hurrah! The government has seen sense and has today announced that social media will be banned for anyone under sixteen! This is monumentally fabulous. I spend a whole lot of time arguing with my children about their devices. Read more
When one is young, one takes one’s hair for granted. Today marks six months exactly until I have another big birthday. And in preparation for this big and significant event, I am embarking on a new journey into podcasting. I Read more
GCSEs are well underway and Boy Seymour is… loving life! Last night, in preparation for his Physics exam, he was “researching Michael Jackson” at 11.30pm. Coz that’s gonna help. With two weeks to go until his exams are over, my Read more
I have always been “into gardening”. When I was fourteen I was employed to tend a neighbour’s beds, after I put a hand-written sign on our gate post touting my (very cheap) services. The neighbour seemed surprised that me – Read more