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
I want to correct something from my last post… It has been on my mind. I have started my new job this week. And – whilst I may have suggested I am “supremely overqualified” for it (how pompous!) I am by no means an expert in this field of learning Read more
I hate selling houses. It seems like a good idea at the time and then – BOOM! Your home isn’t your own, the slightest scratch or dent in the paintwork is punishable by crucifixion and the hamster, who normally has the run of a large tank, is confined to smaller, 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
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
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
In April, during Lockdown Mark One, I got very excited about going to Tesco. I tried and tried to get a delivery slot, but COULD NOT. So I braved the store. And spent a fortune. Week on week, I ventured out, mainly alone, to hunt and to gather. I bought Read more
Dogs. TV shows. Tribunals. Poorly relatives. Exam results. Sore bits. Pandemics. Life has gone just a little crazy. But it got me thinking. The Funny Little Bungalow story has been neglected. Anyone might think we had finished it, and were now living in domestic perfection… Not true, exactly. I shall Read more
I washed my hair today. And applied a bit of make-up. This was in the daylight – unusual for me, because then I feel like the layers of stuff I have put on make me look a bit… like mutton dressed as a Bedlington Terrier. But this was all for Read more