So, I knew that this was a big project. I understood that it would be long-winded and therefore, potentially, stressful. Big Seymour has explained that it won’t be like the last place, where we lived in and around the work being done. This time, we’d have to move out. I Read more
Well, the rot has set in. Our poor little bungalow really is feeling its age. The walls are cultivating an ever-more colourful array of micro organisms, and nothing seems to prevent the growth. I don’t remember this last winter. Perhaps the bungalow has held out just long enough to hear Read more
There is a plaque on the door that reads, simply, “Hope”. It’s a Christmas decoration, really. But I am leaving it there. It seems appropriate somehow. Because, to look at our house now, it is rather bleak. The breeze block wall at the front, which severely restricts access to the Read more
Planning Permission achieved, our funny bungalow is now at the “looking worse before it looks better” stage. I think it will be in this phase for quite a long while. Where once we had a double-glazed, very useful porch area, we now have half a breeze block wall. Surrounding a Read more
As of this morning, the bus stop has moved! Parent power has prevailed, and it might just be that I let Little Seymour Number One walk to the bus stop alone in the morning… Gulp. Now I just have to tackle the issue of letting her cross the road on Read more
So finally, after three attempts, we have finally managed to secure planning permission to turn our funny little bungalow into something that might fit the Four Little Seymours, plus all their associated paraphernalia. Oh, and the Big Seymours, too. WHOOP! WHOOP! There were times when the whole thing looked like Read more
The bus company is ignoring me. It seems that they may find me a bit of a nuisance. A nuisance? Me? Absurd. On a more positive note, Little Seymour Number One, it seems, has settled better than I could have imagined into Big School. She’s knackered, of course. And really Read more
I think I may have a battle ahead… So, my fresh new Year Seven child has been getting on the bus now for eleven days. It’s becoming a bit less scary for both of us as each day passes. And, as of yesterday, she even owns a shiny, hologrammed, very Read more
My biggest little girl (Little Seymour#1) has now been at secondary school for nine days. And it is with some shame that I realise the truth, and that is that I am not coping! She’s my baby. She’s only tiny. She’s not ready for this. Stop the clock! She can’t be Read more