Oh my goodness! It’s my blogversary! It has been approximately one whole year since I unleashed these updates on the world. Well – that is not entirely true. I actually started the blog a year previously, but, owing to me not liking self-promotion and the concept of blogging very much, Read more
Uniform! Oh, how I love a uniform! Uni. Form. UNIFORM. The clue is in the name. It seems that there are newsworthy incidents happening all over the country regarding this most sensitive of subjects, and parents are receiving reprimanding phone calls from the Garment Police, threatening to take action if Read more
So that’s it then. The school holidays are over. The Four Little Seymours have all returned to their classrooms today, with varying degrees of enthusiasm, and Mummy is finally able to sit and contemplate things in detail, without somebody attempting to maim a sibling with a sharp piece of metal, Read more
Camping with children. A good idea? Well, that depends…. First and foremost, children like camping. It’s an adventure – what’s not to like? Making dens just took on a whole new dimension, and look! The grown-ups are playing, too! But what the little darlings do not realise is that at Read more
Yesterday, a major event happened. Big Seymour put the last of the tiles on the roof of The Funny Little Bungalow. This means that I can no longer claim to be roofless. Being roofless has been interesting. There is something about having no roof that appeals to my dramatic side, Read more
Oh, Birchbox! You are NAUGHTY. You send me an email, offering me The World, when you know that I live in a shed, and a bit of glamour is very enticing indeed. OK, so you probably don’t know about The Shed. And neither do you care. What is it to Read more
Did I ever tell you about Mrs Seymour? She had Four Little Seymours, and no dogs. She didn’t name them all Dave. Or Hoos Foos. Or Snimm. Or Hot Shot, or Sunny Jim. But often, she wishes that, when they were born, she had named one of them Orlando, and Read more
I like the school holidays. They’re great. The benefits of time away from a routine are numerous, and the freedom that being “off-timetable” affords is marvellous! This love of school holidays probably stems from the fact that I am a big kid who has never grown away from the memory Read more
The Four Little Seymours. It’s a catchy collective term. I like it. But unfortunately, I am starting to wonder how long I can justifiably use it. Because today, something rather monumental played out in The Shed, where we live, and it has left me all of a fluster. Little Seymour Read more
Recently, I have wondered a lot about why I am writing this blog. It’s hasn’t exactly gone global, I’m not earning any money out of it, and it is keeping me from other jobs that, some might say, are more important. There’s the egotism, too. Who wants to know about Read more