Filming is Over
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 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 Read more
Last night, in an attempt to leave the dog on his own for a few hours in the evening, ALL OF THE SEYMOURS went to the cinema. This is rare. Firstly because we have Netflix. Who needs the cinema when Read more
Yesterday, mooching up the High Street in The Village, I suddenly realised that masks aren’t so bad after all! Because there I was, pootling to the Post Office when I realised that I was talking to myself. Again. I talk Read more
Oh, masks. Masks masks masks. I bloody hate them. Sorry! I am not refusing to wear one, I’d just like to state, before we go any further. I wear my mask when necessary. I do. And there is an obvious Read more
The Four Little Seymours wanted a dog. The Four Little Seymours have wanted a dog, in varying degrees, for several years now. They love dogs. I have resisted. Big Seymour has resisted. We have a lot going on. We don’t Read more
We recently returned from our annual holiday. We go to the same place every year. We see the same people. We do the same things. This may sound dull. It is not dull. It is many things. But it is Read more
There’s a button on my toilet. A secret switch, if you like. It’s present on most toilets, actually, but is only activated if certain factors collide and align the settings. The button on my toilet is linked to a chip Read more
Lockdown has given us all a lot to think about. And most of us have had more time to spend thinking – key workers notwithstanding. This “endless summer” has been both a blessing and indeed, a curse. Routines are shot Read more
We received Boy Seymour’s report on Friday. To be quite honest, I am surprised they even bothered this year. How can you write a report for a child you haven’t seen for months, who hasn’t been tested on anything and Read more
Well here we all are. Still. Muddling along. Adapting to this new, strange world. Nothing of note has happened. I mean, The Funny Little Bungalow is now rendered, which is actually far more amazing than I have fully appreciated as Read more