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
My mother has always been a fan of words. On regular occasions throughout my life she has furnished me with little titbits of etymology that have stuck in my brain. When I was a child, she had a particular penchant Read more
In the Easter holidays, something magical happened. Something so out of the Seymour norm’ that we surprised even ourselves as we left for a family holiday – all six of us – to the Costa Blanca – and Benidorm, to Read more
I will always remember my mum taking me to buy school shoes. It was a very tricky recurring event in my life and I think the mental acrobatics that it caused in my brain at a young age has a Read more
… about thirty years ago, I received my very first Valentine’s Day card. I was a gawky, lanky, overly serious and extremely studious teenager, and the notion that someone might “fancy” me from afar was utterly incomprehensible. Yet there it Read more
Right now, as I gaze out of my window at the mess that is our front patio, I can totally understand why the Romans left Britain. Imagine the scene; it is January, Blue Monday no less, some time around 408 Read more