It’s been a busy week here at the Funny Little Bungalow, and not just because yet another Prime Minister has decided to bail out. Last Thursday, Legally Blonde – the (full-length) musical that Mini Seymour has been rehearsing for since February came to fruition. She did us proud and morphed Read more
When one is young, one takes one’s hair for granted. Today marks six months exactly until I have another big birthday. And in preparation for this big and significant event, I am embarking on a new journey into podcasting. I did try it two years ago, and my guest speaker Read more
My mother has always been a fan of words. On regular occasions throughout my life she has furnished me with little titbits of etymology that have stuck in my brain. When I was a child, she had a particular penchant for pointing out words of Indian origin (pyjama, gymkhana, bungalow), Read more
In the Easter holidays, something magical happened. Something so out of the Seymour norm’ that we surprised even ourselves as we left for a family holiday – all six of us – to the Costa Blanca – and Benidorm, to be exact. I can hear you asking – why Bendorm? Read more
The new year has begun, as we knew it would, and once again I am filled with a desire to be better. A desire, yes. But an action plan on how to achieve this enhanced me – no. There are many things I’d like to change in order to succeed Read more
Somewhere in my house is a notebook – one of many- in which I have diarised significant events in my life. Some notebooks are full of scribbled teenage angst, others are laden with self-doubt, offloaded confessions and repeated resolutions. But some of the best were written many years ago, when Read more
In spite of always trying to be aware of the world around me, and to keep up with developments, especially the kind of developments that may be relevant to school-aged children, I must admit that I have now drawn a blank. Not only have I drawn a blank, but I Read more
It transpires that I can’t actually stop writing about The Four Little Seymours, after all. There have been complaints. And so, in the spirit of keeping everyone happy, I have come up with a different plan… The other page I started, I shall abandon. I may import the stories I Read more
Eight years ago today, a standard sized pack of Original Pringles cost a mere 75p. This is no guess, nor is it an estimate. It isn’t a rose-tinted, warped idealist recollection, either. It is a FACT. I know this because Facebook thrust me a photo memory this morning, showing a Read more
The Four Little Seymours are not bad kids. OK, they have their faults, like we all do. A lot of the faults are tech-related, or revision-related – you, know, the usual kind of stuff. Luckily, we are yet to experience the horrors of narcotics, or the “Can my boyfriend stay Read more