Yesterday, my brother presented me with a copy of Matt Haig’s Reasons to Stay Alive. In handing it over, he gave a brief description of its general theme (the author suffered with his mental health) and then caveat-ed his verbal blurb with a dismissal: “But I’m not saying that you Read more
Have you ever stopped to ponder how things can go so spectacularly tits up in such a small space of time? It is something that happens to me a lot, and this morning was no exception. We were rushing out of the door. We usually do, but that way, I Read more
A couple of weeks ago, I started my new job. After a funny few months of change, adjustment, general discombobulation and some madness, I made the eminently sensible decision to get a new job. A fresh challenge, after all, is good for the mind, is it not? You may have Read more
Little Seymour Number One is now nineteen. She has completed a year at university and made wonderful friends, fully embracing all the changes that have been hurled her way. She’s adapted to leaving home, starting a degree and being self-sufficient. She is a proper adult now. In contrast to her Read more
SATs are looming for Mini Seymour. I know, I can’t believe it either! Surely she is still only three? But no, it seems she has some grown-up assessments coming soon, and I will declare right here that she is by no means ready. Therein lies the first part of the Read more
It comes to something when your eighteen year-old daughter refers to you as an “old goblin”. The imagery conjured up in these two words is simple yet effective. Old says it all, and as for goblin? It’s a decidedly clunky word, far removed from grace or sophistication. It smacks of Read more
This homelessness thing is getting old. We have almost run out of options… we cannot be at the mercy of kind friends any longer. And so, I am delighted to announce that we have a date on which we can take possession of our new home! This is mega! And Read more
Nothing is ever straightforward in Seymourland. Of course, there’s the ongoing saga of the homelessness. And the persistent issues surrounding THOSE EVIL DEVICES! That battle rages on, and is actually turning into more of a war with myself. I wonder continuously if I am over-thinking the whole twunting business. Perhaps Read more
I hate technology! Hate it, hate it, hate it. But what I hate more than technology is the CONFLICT that technology generates. Or at least, the conflict that it generates within my family. Maybe everybody else in all the other families in the world has it sussed. My children have Read more
Upon finding ourselves living in a caravan, we were keen to make the most of every opportunity to BE OUT OF THE CARAVAN. Suffice to say that even two Little Seymours in such close proximity at this time of year, when the nights are damp and stresses abound, are enough. Read more