There is a worrying development in The Funny Little Bungalow’s interior decor. It is so unnerving that I almost daren’t share it. But I like to share. It’s cathartic. And so… My son’s bedroom is looking quite good. His, like all of the other bedrooms, now has carpet. I gloss Read more
Realisations: I own a seventeen year-old. Boy Seymour has now left primary school. Sh!t the bed. How does this kind of thing happen? One minute I am embarking on the adventure that is adulthood, whereby I am applying for mortgages and getting used to being called Mrs something. The next, Read more
I was on the M4 the other day. The weather was good, the road was clear and as I whizzed along in my little blue car, my life flashed before me. Not in a bad way. But I found myself, as I often do on motorways, thinking about things in Read more
Today, I went to visit my mother’s grave. But – here’s the twist – I am really very lucky, because my mother came too. You see, Mum is eminently sensible. She is thinking ahead. And as much as I have wanted to cover my ears like a kid and go Read more
The long-obsolete ipod that was thrown into The Pit of Requirement was a symbolic offering. It had lain around – defunct- for years. There was no charger, no life in the old thing. No point, really. And so it went in The Pit. The reason I’d hung onto it for Read more
My Number One Child has moved out. She is sixteen years old, and she has left the double-aspect bedroom she adored and has chosen instead to live elsewhere – further away from the rest of the family, in a more isolated spot . Yes, Little Seymour Number One has moved Read more
There is a grave in our garden. In it, I have buried Oritse (of JLS fame)’s head, his bowler hat, a few limbs, a car or two and many, many bits of plastic tat. OK, so it’s not really a grave. It is a chasm. A pit. A hole, really. Read more
Boris, please! I know you have a gargantuan task ahead. I do. I don’t envy your responsibilities right now, I don’t. But seriously now. Seriously. Be brave. Let us out. I swear to God, this LOCKDOWN is killing us. Our teenagers, our little ones, our cancer patients, our mentally vulnerable. Read more
Time is passing by so quickly – in spite of the current godawful groundhog day situation. So much has happened recently that I’ve wanted to document, yet my recent head fug has put paid to that. Now, in the spirit of positivity,and in a desperate attempt to salvage a sense Read more
I’m sorry I’ve been silent. Things have been…. strange. My usual form of therapy – getting stuff down in writing – hasn’t been working, and so the blog has lain dormant. I considered calling it a day. It’s a tough time at the moment, for everyone. Rightly or wrongly, our Read more