I have messed up. My executive decision making skill has proven to be non-existent. In the world of bathroom design, I am a right royal cock up. Our family bathroom has started to take shape. No longer is it a dumping ground for old photos, proliferating roller boots and dust. Read more
I’ve waited for ages for my teenager to love reading, and now she’s stealing my books!
Newflash! Big Seymour has, slowly but surely, been rediscovering his missing mojo. This is timely, as he now has nearly TWO WEEKS OFF. Of course, he doesn’t have two weeks off, exactly. He has two weeks of time to dedicate to the Funny Little Bungalow. Rest assured, this will be Read more
Normally, I like a dark sky. There’s something very exciting about an eerie light behind the clouds, and the promise of lots of lovely rain. But I have to say that yellow skies make me feel a bit sick. And as the sky got weirder and weirder on Monday afternoon, Read more
Oh my goodness me. I apologise in advance but this is likely to be something of a garbled diatribe – a tsunami of an update after too long without one, proving, essentially, that I am writing this blog as personal therapy rather than anything else. Sorry Toby, my seventeen year-old Read more
The Funny Little Bungalow has decided to get ahead of the impending nuclear war, and has turned into a wreck overnight. The state it is currently in supersedes all the other demolition, and takes the poor building to a whole new level of desecration. It is a sight to behold. Read more