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 sodding time. I spent too much on bulbs last autumn, 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 his stride – even though I know he is nervous 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 study of the human psyche will now be more than 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. The point of this, the meaning of that, the past, 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 February came to fruition. She did us proud and morphed 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. When I think my offspring have been online too long, 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 did try it two years ago, and my guest speaker 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 little boy is growing like a weed and that little 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 – a lanky, awkward slip of a girl – got stuck 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 for pointing out words of Indian origin (pyjama, gymkhana, bungalow), Read more