Dear Friends! The wait is nearly over! You may remember, way back in September, that The Four Little Seymours went off to take part in a television programme. Grandma E orchestrated the whole thing, and needless to say, the process was eventful. You can remind yourself here… https://wp.me/p6KOWT-l5 Well, I Read more
Today, it is April Fools’ Day. Today, we have lived in The Shed for two years. TWO YEARS! No joke. Golly gosh. As I sit here now, at my computer at the end of the garden, listening to the birds and literally feeling the plants growing outside my flimsy shed Read more
The Funny Little Bungalow is beckoning us ever nearer. It is taunting us with its skirting boards, its lovely patchwork floor and its doors. Yes! We have doors! On actual rooms! And proper ones, at that. Sputnik is now tucked away, so that he cannot frighten our guests any more, Read more
On Tuesday, Little Seymour Number Two had a birthday. An eleventh birthday. Another birthday. In The Shed. Luckily, her birthday was a school day. So, instead of hanging out here, amongst the spiders and the clutter, she was able to go to school to be celebrated, sung to and made Read more
Last night, Big Seymour returned home to The Funny Little Bungalow before the rest of us with a new acquisition, about which he was very excited. As I pulled up after ballet, some of The Little Seymours saw IT, so before I had even stopped the car, Boy was scrabbling Read more
I like to think I am vaguely intelligent. My brain works quite fast, and my sense of humour is genius – honestly. Well, in my opinion, anyway, I’m hilarious. I can work out Maths homework, read long books and speak a bit of French. My understanding of Science is not Read more
I would like to publicly apologise. Again. (This is becoming something of a habit.) The other day, in light of his current, various and numerous annoying “quirks”, I found myself describing my son -out loud- as an arsehole. Repeatedly. This was not in a fit of frustration, nor was it Read more
The kitchen floor has been a sticking point. When one has to choose a suitable ground covering to be the icing on the cake of a project that you have been pouring sweat and pennies into for the last four years, trust me – it matters. I walked into Topps Read more
We went to a jumble sale again on Saturday. Despite my awareness of the clutter and junk we already possess, we went anyway. We do seem to be drawn to other people’s old crap. Off we set with our pennies, some Little Seymours and I, to see what we could Read more
Ahhhhhh my son. My dear darling boy. My treasure, my gem, my little man. My pain in the bum. He loves me. He hates me. He tests me. He baits me. Boy Seymour has been going through a tricky phase recently. I am not sure I know for exactly how Read more