It is Day Three of The Holidays and Boy Seymour has just called his sister a fucking idiot. I guess this is to be expected… the incessant sibling holiday agro. But I must admit to being slightly horrified at the language he has chosen to use. I am in no Read more
It was bad enough when Number One went. But Little Seymour Number Two has now gone and got so old, she has had to leave her lovely little village church school and venture to the comp’ down the road, a scary bus drive away… When I started my blog, Number Read more
I can thoroughly recommend “Educated”. It might make you hanker after a Cambridge stint, and the ability to tell stories the way Tara Westover does, but it’ll certainly make you glad you’ve never had to operate heavy, sharp, deadly machinery supervised by a father whose idea of health and safety is trusting in angels.
Well, I’d like to report that the Funny Little Bungalow is now sorted. Tidy, orderly, and functioning. Sadly, I cannot. There is a bathroom missing. There’s whole section of the house yet to be renovated. No room is completely painted, and there are bits missing in the kitchen. I am Read more
An exciting development has occurred here at The Funny Little Bungalow. Not the whole MOVING IN thing – that’s old news. But we finally have achieved Big Seymour’s dream, by getting solar tubes installed on the roof. By God! They’re ugly. The top deck (where I had hoped to sunbathe Read more
Here’s my parenting dilemma: let’s say it is a Sunday. As usual, on a Sunday, we are working at home. That “work” could involve anything from pruning fruit trees to burning dining tables, but it always involves mega mess and zero glamour. The Four Little Seymours also do various things Read more
I’ve waited for ages for my teenager to love reading, and now she’s stealing my books!
I would like to publicly apologise. Again. (This is becoming something of a habit.) The other day, in light of his current, various and numerous annoying “quirks”, I found myself describing my son -out loud- as an arsehole. Repeatedly. This was not in a fit of frustration, nor was it Read more
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
Last night, Big Seymour and I celebrated our wedding anniversary. This was a bit of an accident. Neither of us had actually remembered, until a friend with the same anniversary posted something online. Oops! Anyway, we managed, at short notice (and thanks to Grandma V for sitting on babies), to Read more