Dogs. TV shows. Tribunals. Poorly relatives. Exam results. Sore bits. Pandemics. Life has gone just a little crazy. But it got me thinking. The Funny Little Bungalow story has been neglected. Anyone might think we had finished it, and were now living in domestic perfection… Not true, exactly. I shall Read more
I washed my hair today. And applied a bit of make-up. This was in the daylight – unusual for me, because then I feel like the layers of stuff I have put on make me look a bit… like mutton dressed as a Bedlington Terrier. But this was all for Read more
Last night, in an attempt to leave the dog on his own for a few hours in the evening, ALL OF THE SEYMOURS went to the cinema. This is rare. Firstly because we have Netflix. Who needs the cinema when you can have Netflix? Secondly, because we usually can’t be Read more
Yesterday, mooching up the High Street in The Village, I suddenly realised that masks aren’t so bad after all! Because there I was, pootling to the Post Office when I realised that I was talking to myself. Again. I talk to myself a lot, actually. Often in accents (the favourite Read more
Oh, masks. Masks masks masks. I bloody hate them. Sorry! I am not refusing to wear one, I’d just like to state, before we go any further. I wear my mask when necessary. I do. And there is an obvious benefit that masks provide – they stop Covid breath and Read more
The Four Little Seymours wanted a dog. The Four Little Seymours have wanted a dog, in varying degrees, for several years now. They love dogs. I have resisted. Big Seymour has resisted. We have a lot going on. We don’t have buckets of spare cash, and the house is still Read more
We recently returned from our annual holiday. We go to the same place every year. We see the same people. We do the same things. This may sound dull. It is not dull. It is many things. But it is not dull. In 2020, it was even less dull than Read more
There’s a button on my toilet. A secret switch, if you like. It’s present on most toilets, actually, but is only activated if certain factors collide and align the settings. The button on my toilet is linked to a chip in my children’s brains. When all the factors collide, radio Read more
Lockdown has given us all a lot to think about. And most of us have had more time to spend thinking – key workers notwithstanding. This “endless summer” has been both a blessing and indeed, a curse. Routines are shot to pieces. The circadian rhythms of life have gone haywire, Read more
We received Boy Seymour’s report on Friday. To be quite honest, I am surprised they even bothered this year. How can you write a report for a child you haven’t seen for months, who hasn’t been tested on anything and whose mother is the driving force behind any work done Read more