Well, I’d like to report that the Funny Little Bungalow is now sorted. Tidy, orderly, and functioning. Sadly, I cannot. There is a bathroom missing. There’s whole section of the house yet to be renovated. No room is completely painted, and there are bits missing in the kitchen. I am Read more
My blog is now not so much about life on a building site – I am almost sorry to say. There is still a long way to go, but we can no longer claim rooflessness or shed dwelling. We all sleep in beds – not on shelves, and we even Read more
An exciting development has occurred here at The Funny Little Bungalow. Not the whole MOVING IN thing – that’s old news. But we finally have achieved Big Seymour’s dream, by getting solar tubes installed on the roof. By God! They’re ugly. The top deck (where I had hoped to sunbathe Read more
Here’s my parenting dilemma: let’s say it is a Sunday. As usual, on a Sunday, we are working at home. That “work” could involve anything from pruning fruit trees to burning dining tables, but it always involves mega mess and zero glamour. The Four Little Seymours also do various things Read more
One night. One measly night was all Mini Seymour got to enjoy in her new room, in her own room, before she found herself, inexplicably, under a starched blue cellular blanket, atop waterproof sheets, in a ward at Brighton Hospital, wailing “I just want to be in my new bed!” Read more
I’ve waited for ages for my teenager to love reading, and now she’s stealing my books!
This has to be the most frustrating part of the whole project- this stage right here. We have a house, with working things in it. The oven is marvellous! Apparently. Sputnik has the capacity to heat both the water and the radiators. We have the beginnings of solar tubes on Read more
That child is an absolute lunatic. My small one, Mini Seymour. After closely scrutinising her over the Easter break, I have come to the conclusion that she is in fact part-leprechaun. And a feral one at that. She eats her fingers all the time. Not just her nails – they Read more
And then we moved back out. Easter came and went. We had lots of visitors, plenty of fun and a glut of chocolate. The trampoline broke, the pool was pierced, the rubble pile was flattened and I got rid of some surplus furniture from my vast collection. There are two Read more
Dear Toby, my eighteen year-old friend, You know you want to come and stay at Easter. You can’t possibly resist the lure of a few days in The Shed, being mauled and taunted and sat upon by The Four Little Seymours. You love it when Mini Seymour bundles you out Read more