Dear BBC, I love you very much. You are the national institution I have grown up admiring – the pinnacle of British class and intelligence. A worldwide information provider, and a global phenomenon. As Adrian Mole, albeit fictionally, used to write to John Tydeman, sending in poetry to be appreciated Read more
Oh my goodness. What a week! There have been ups and downs (I thought Little Seymour Number Two had appendicitis on Sunday – it was just bad wind), highs and lows, culminating in two visits to Clapham Junction in as many days, and a few little television appearances as well. Read more
So, what do you do when Trinny’s assistant at This Morning telephones you to ask how your wardrobe makeover is holding up? You explain that, despite taking on Ms Woodall’s advice, and indeed implementing her precious nuggets of fashion instruction on many occasions (!), the actual wardrobe is, to be Read more
The Funny Little Bungalow has claimed its first casualty – a little sparrow who got trapped inside, and couldn’t make it out. For some reason, this has made me inordinately sad, especially as I had tried to set it free after hearing its desperate calls. But I must pull myself Read more
Hello dear readers! My Computer Man and I have been fiddling about with the look of the Four Little Seymours’ page, and I’d love to know what you think. Do you like the new style? Or prefer the old? Also, a quick apology from me – you may now see Read more
Tesco Man visited me again today. I must admit – I find the whole “strange chap in my shed” business a little awkward, so much so that I have taken to doing Click ‘n’ Collect a bit recently, which I usually struggle to see the point of. When Tesco Man Read more
The Four Little Seymours have just returned from their first ever festival – Fuzzyfest 2017! They have all gone to school this morning tattooed up to the hilt, with hair that smells of campfires and heads full of the memories of a fabulous weekend. With our current housing situation, any Read more
I miss the Funny Little Bungalow. It’s only up the garden, and, as we know, The Shed is absolutely fine. For now. But there is something about that old place that bewitches me. In a good way. You wouldn’t think that standing in a derelict kitchen with no roof rafters, Read more
Oh! The weather! Yesterday was hot. Really hot. So hot that I actually USED THE AIR CONDITIONING in the Shiny Van. This is unheard of. I tried to water my plants, but Seymours’ butts were all empty. As an early birthday present, Little Seymour Number One was the grateful recipient Read more
Happy Birthday, Prince William, sir! Today is the longest day! The Summer Equinox! Is that right? It can’t be, surely. It seems like five minutes ago when I declared to The Four Little Seymours that “It is December the twenty-first! The Shortest Day! It’s all going to get better Read more