She’s gone! Little Seymour Number One has had enough of shed life, sleeping next to small children and living in the dark. She’s left home, and gone to live in France. Apparently, I have heard it on the grapevine that she doesn’t want to come home! I guess I should Read more
I apologise for my last post which was, quite frankly, rather miserable. I would like to update this week with slightly more enthusiasm. My excuse for the negativity is that Big Seymour, who usually just ploughs on regardless, had finally, after a long time, started huffing with frustration. The Celotex Read more
We have now lived in The Shed for eleven months exactly. Normally, living in The Shed is rather fun. It’s bearable verging on pleasant, and actually really rather lovely when the sun shines through the south-facing windows. Today, I’m not so keen. There’s no sun. The floor is cold underfoot, Read more
Yep. The Celotex has finally done him in. After months of roofing and demolition, hammering and sawing, it is the poking of assorted sizes of foil-backed insulation into the spaces between the noggins that has finally reduced Big Seymour to his knees. And he hasn’t finished yet.
Never ones to cower in the face of adversity, we have today welcomed a French Exchange student to The Funny Little Bungalow. Poor girl. I did try to explain to the French Teacher about our situation. I described the sleeping shelf, and the cramped conditions. But somehow, regardless of all Read more
Just when you think you know where everything is going, you realise that your husband and yourself speak a different language entirely, and before you know it, the dressing table you’ve dreamed of in your head, with just the right amount of light behind it, becomes a radiator. We had Read more
My house is messy. It’s true. There is a lot in it. It’s not orderly, and nobody else could find anything if I died and left them to it. Last night, Big Seymour likened me to my grandmother. Now, I loved my grandmother dearly, but she didn’t do housework. She Read more
Yep. The Shed is leaking. On the flip-side, I have started a VLOG. It’s rubbish – I much prefer the anonymity of the written word. But someone said I should try it, so I am. Check it out here if you like. https://youtu.be/IBN9zOSp6eE Meanwhile, I may float away. Goodbye…
Over the last couple of weeks, we have been unfaithful to the Funny Little Bungalow. And to The Shed. For we did abandon them both gaily, to flee this half-life lived in semi-squalor. Our neighbours down the road decided that they wanted to go off to Paradise, swim with whale Read more
On Monday, I did a terrible thing. A thing so heinous, that I cringed and cowered as the effects of my actions reverberated around me, and I tried to melt into invisibility. It was Boy Seymour’s birthday at the start of the week. He is now eight, and infinitely more Read more