A Bungalow Called Hope
There is a plaque on the door that reads, simply, “Hope”. It’s a Christmas decoration, really. But I am leaving it there. It seems appropriate somehow. Because, to look at our house now, it is rather bleak. The breeze block wall at the front, which severely restricts access to the Read more
The Poor Little Bungalow
Planning Permission achieved, our funny bungalow is now at the “looking worse before it looks better” stage. I think it will be in this phase for quite a long while. Where once we had a double-glazed, very useful porch area, we now have half a breeze block wall. Surrounding a Read more
Well! They’ve only gone and moved it!
As of this morning, the bus stop has moved! Parent power has prevailed, and it might just be that I let Little Seymour Number One walk to the bus stop alone in the morning… Gulp. Now I just have to tackle the issue of letting her cross the road on Read more
Four Little Seymours are about to embark on an interesting journey…
So finally, after three attempts, we have finally managed to secure planning permission to turn our funny little bungalow into something that might fit the Four Little Seymours, plus all their associated paraphernalia. Oh, and the Big Seymours, too. WHOOP! WHOOP! There were times when the whole thing looked like Read more
Nuisance Parents
The bus company is ignoring me. It seems that they may find me a bit of a nuisance. A nuisance? Me? Absurd. On a more positive note, Little Seymour Number One, it seems, has settled better than I could have imagined into Big School. She’s knackered, of course. And really Read more
Anxious Parent versus Bus Company
I think I may have a battle ahead… So, my fresh new Year Seven child has been getting on the bus now for eleven days. It’s becoming a bit less scary for both of us as each day passes. And, as of yesterday, she even owns a shiny, hologrammed, very Read more
When your little baby starts at secondary school…
My biggest little girl (Little Seymour#1) has now been at secondary school for nine days. And it is with some shame that I realise the truth, and that is that I am not coping! She’s my baby. She’s only tiny. She’s not ready for this. Stop the clock! She can’t be Read more
