After several failed interviews recently, I am resorting to my back-up plan, which is to be a supply teacher. Supply teaching is a funny old game. I am a qualified teacher, and as such, I have all the paperwork and Read more
Woe is me. I think I have made a terrible mistake. A few days ago, Mini Seymour had an optician’s appointment. She’s had a chequered history with the people at Boots. She was originally diagnosed with a suspected squint, astigmatism Read more
Never one to believe my own suspicions regarding how inept I am at most things, I have chosen to become a portrait painter. I have told myself – repeatedly – that I can’t paint people. I may be ok at Read more
10.01.20 The day my daughter spoke those dreadful words… “What is a (I can barely bear to type it…) clitoris.” Ew. Apparently, the word features in a school drama script. A SCHOOL DRAMA SCRIPT, I TELL YOU! Knowledge of the Read more
I had an email a few months ago, from a peripatetic (great word!) trumpet teacher at Little Seymour Number Two’s school. The email came through late at night, and was full of praise for my child’s ability to make tunes Read more
On Christmas Eve, we found ourselves in Tesco. Circumstances required a last minute pharmacy call (don’t ask), and so there we were, in the slip lane on the approach to The World’s Busiest Supermarket, made all the worse for the Read more
I am sorry. I have been rubbish at updating our escapades recently. But I can’t give up entirely as this blog is the only real diary I write now, and without it, I won’t remember anything in the future, such Read more
In Funny Little Bungalow terms, it is fair to say that The Budget is now well and truly depleted. We have come so far (yes, we even have a bath now!), but there is still a very long list of Read more
I don’t think Big Seymour has ever taken so long to finish a bathroom in his life. This is, in part, due to those twunting hexagonal tiles we chose, and which took him a million years to arrange, cut, stick Read more
Hexagonal tiles… the idea is nice. But the reality is painful. Poor Big Seymour spent A WHOLE DAY at the weekend, cutting and placing sodding hexagonal tiles on a window surround. By the end of job, he was seeing six Read more