And on the Sixteenth Day, The Four Little Seymours did decree that there would be a Christmas Tree in The Shed after all. So now, after a visit to The Jumble Sale, we now not only have bloody fake festive foliage, but there are also Little Seymours skating around our Read more
Oh, Funny Little Bungalow! How I miss you. So near, yet so far! So grand, yet so bloody awful. I am trying very hard not to wish this time away. There are numerous moments when I look at the Four Little Seymours, as they make up their own entertainment within Read more
The secret of The Queen’s rude health and happy life is, as declared by Boy Seymour at 8.15 this morning, excellent health care. Marvellous. That is marvellous. I am a big fan of The Queen, and very happy for her. But it did get me thinking… If castles, carriages, horses, Read more
Please excuse my recent silence – I am very busy at the moment trying hard to carve an imaginary career out of thin air, whilst attempting to figure out a way to support this whim financially. I fear I will fail on both counts, but as long as my epitaph Read more
Despite the fact that I have now been alive for more than forty years, it still took me until half past nine this morning before it dawned on me that the reason I didn’t find today’s alarm call too heinously early was the fact that I had, in fact, had Read more
Normally, I like a dark sky. There’s something very exciting about an eerie light behind the clouds, and the promise of lots of lovely rain. But I have to say that yellow skies make me feel a bit sick. And as the sky got weirder and weirder on Monday afternoon, Read more
When will you be finished? How long will you have to live in The Shed? Surely you’ll be in by Christmas? What is your timescale…? These are the queries of the moment. The million dollar ponderings. The enquiries to top all enquiries. Such questions have been so unanswerable that they Read more
Last Friday, The Council Man returned. He had with him a copy of the plans of our build, and when he arrived, he spent about ten minutes looking from them to the new roof structure, with an ever more confused look on his face. Oh dear, thought I, my already Read more
Oh my goodness me. I apologise in advance but this is likely to be something of a garbled diatribe – a tsunami of an update after too long without one, proving, essentially, that I am writing this blog as personal therapy rather than anything else. Sorry Toby, my seventeen year-old Read more
The Funny Little Bungalow has decided to get ahead of the impending nuclear war, and has turned into a wreck overnight. The state it is currently in supersedes all the other demolition, and takes the poor building to a whole new level of desecration. It is a sight to behold. Read more