Things have slowed down here at The Funny Little Bungalow. There are tumbleweeds blowing across the newly tiled roof, and thick cobwebs have started to set in upstairs in the corners of what were freshly painted bedrooms. OK, I exaggerate. There are no tumbleweeds. And the cobwebs aren’t that bad. Read more
Boy Seymour woke up this morning in a devilish mood. Before his eyes had been open for ten minutes, he was whacking a sister with a makeshift truncheon. He got chocolate spread down the clean shirt he’d just harassed me for, and his clean shorts were covered in something, too. Read more
Last weekend, I declared: ” I’m a bit on edge at the moment.” It was a statement made to remind myself just how precarious life is and how we must not be complacent about safety… The incident that prompted this heightened sense of our own mortality involved Boy Seymour, two Read more
It has been a funny week chez Seymour. In fact, it’s been a funny few months, really. I think the upshot of it all is that maybe, the Living On Top Of Each Other thing might just have started to grate on us all. For example, I like to think Read more
We have a new member of the family. He is called Sputnik. He is seven feet tall and has his own bedroom. Big Seymour finished Sputnik’s bedroom before anyone else’s. Sputnik has a lot of orifices. More than you might expect. He has the capacity to leak and hiss. And Read more
Big Seymour and I are going travelling. We are planning to sit on beaches at sunset. We want to pan for gold in the Klondike. There may even be some skiing involved. And lots and lots of delicious, regional, exotic food. I will read up about every location we visit, Read more
I would like to point out that lots has been happening in The Funny Little Bungalow recently. Big Seymour has been very busy, as always. But I am sure you don’t really want to hear that he put another strip of architrave on the bedroom door, or that I whitewashed Read more
I’ve never really liked Status Quo. Their music annoys me. Yet I can’t seem to help but hum along. In the same way, the status quo with The Funny Little Bungalow is annoying me. But still, we hum along. Of course, we have no choice. There’s no going back! And Read more
The Four Little Seymours are currently lost around our local village. I left them there on Friday, abandoned near the funeral directors, the church, the library and the park. It was hard to walk away. I kept popping back – purportedly to check they were placed correctly, but in reality, Read more
Hello! I am updating the ol’ blog after a long absence, for which I apologise. I have a lot of excuses. They are thus: – I had guests. In the actual house! The Funny Little Bungalow was inhabited by real humans, and they didn’t fall through the floor. – I Read more