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
I refuse to use the word can’t, and so, in the spirit of futile optimism, I am teaching myself the piano. This has come about since I had an out-of-body experience whilst watching the marvellous biopic, Bohemian Rhapsody, and I Read more
I have messed up. My executive decision making skill has proven to be non-existent. In the world of bathroom design, I am a right royal cock up. Our family bathroom has started to take shape. No longer is it a Read more
Yesterday, Little Seymour Number One went to work. She gleefully accepted the last-minute opportunity to go down to a local pub, and wash up for four hours. She came home with a fist full of notes, and collapsed in a Read more
Dear Number One, I would like to apologise to you. I have behaved badly, and, now that I have had time to think about it, I think I can put my apology down into words. Here goes… You are fifteen. Read more
Why? Just why? What am I doing? I am way out of my depth, and fast losing control of what I thought might be a nice little hobby. Yes, dear readers, The Four Little Seymours’ mummy is now a fully Read more