It’s a new year! Crikey. How did that happen? It never ceases to amaze me how humans have managed to organise their calendar: how the 21st December is the shortest day in our country and it’s the same EVERY YEAR! It’s literally mind-blowing, like how daffodils know that spring is Read more
Eleven years ago (according to Facebook), my son walked for the first time. He was ten months, two weeks and six days old. In October, after years of baffling the NHS doctors, we visited a private physiotherapist who declared that Boy Seymour’s ongoing leg trouble is due to one simple Read more
Getting Four Little Seymours into and out of the house over the years has been a challenge. Logistically, it is tough. I always remember people warning me against having more children than I had hands, and I carried on regardless. Strangely, it was a challenge I relished. But wrangling toddlers, Read more
Newsflash! Hear ye, hear ye! A permanent head teacher has now been found for Steyning Grammar School! This update may not be relevant or interesting to the majority of my small collection of readers, but the process by which the new head was selected might just tickle you. For lo Read more
FFS. I love my friends. I do. I really do. But just recently, I’ve had cause to feel a little… uncomfortable about the direction of our conversations and missives via Whatsapp and the like, which have largely been focused on the subject of the bloody, sodding menopause. Before we go Read more
Last weekend, I did a very grown-up thing. It’s very unlike me to do grown-up things actually. I think I’m a bit of a child-woman at heart. On Friday, I went away to a cottage on a “mini break” with friends. Ooooooh, so grown up. The Four Little Seymours were Read more
My aunt died in August. I loved her a lot. She was unconventional, kind and not hindered by the unofficial laws of social norms. She was beautiful, my aunt. Totally beautiful to me. As a child, I was drawn to her. She was interesting to be with. Always forgiving. Ever Read more
Ah! The Petrol Crisis. I don’t really have anything to say about The Petrol Crisis. Apart from the fact that, along with many other issues, it seems to awaken the hypocrite in most of us. It’s a bit like the “essential items” and “essential trips” we all had to consider Read more
The title of this latest musing leaves me feeling a bit uncomfortable. I’d like to think I am a writer, I would like to make a living as a writer, I dream of turning into a proper writer and of being at dinner parties where, when that dreadful, universal question Read more
Mini Seymour is going it alone at Primary School. As her three older siblings headed off to The Big School recently, she wailed after them. She wanted to go, too. She herself returned to school on Monday. She was ready to go back and keen to see her friends, but Read more