Yesterday morning, the first words that issued from Mini Seymour’s mouth were, “Daddy, I want a new pony.” “But you don’t have an old pony, dear”, said I. Daddy was not there. She’s referring to Peanuts, who is my friend’s Read more
Yesterday, we attempted a bike ride, Boy, Number One and I. The bike ride was fine. Boy only fell off spectacularly once.( He fell out of the back door yesterday, and into the ditch the day before. It was hilarious Read more
Wednesday. Little Seymour Number Two had yet another tantrum. This one was over her Science homework. She point blank refused to read what was in front of her, and claimed she did not understand it. I read it and re-read Read more
Tuesday. The Prime Minister did last night actually decree that we must not leave our homes except for a very few limited reasons. This just keeps getting weirder, more surreal and actually, a little bit scary. So, we carried on Read more
Last week was a gentle introduction into the new status quo. We were still functioning as normal. Ish. Most of the kids remained at school until at least Thursday, and I even had a day’s work on Friday, such was Read more
In July 2004, Little Seymour Number One was born. A tiny little thing she was, with blue eyes and limbs so thin I was scared of accidentally snapping them. I remember the first time she smiled at me – or Read more
So the play is cancelled. After months of rehearsals, stress, worry and fear, the play that was proving so tricky is now on hold until October, unless the world is over by then. I was disappointed – I was ready Read more
The Four Little Seymours like to make their own entertainment. Well, the Naughty Two do, anyway. Hence why they are commonly known as The Buggers. After heeding my nagging about getting off devices for once, Mini and Boy went into Read more
Kids. I love them. I had spent time one morning hunting down an errant judo kit, and had placed it by the back door, from where we leave to go to school. I had prepared all the packed lunches, and Read more
Oh deary me. What was I thinking? I have gone and got myself into a real pickle and like The Sword of Damocles, that pickle is hanging over my head, threatening to engulf and annihilate me at any moment. I Read more