An exciting development has occurred here at The Funny Little Bungalow. Not the whole MOVING IN thing – that’s old news. But we finally have achieved Big Seymour’s dream, by getting solar tubes installed on the roof. By God! They’re Read more
Here’s my parenting dilemma: let’s say it is a Sunday. As usual, on a Sunday, we are working at home. That “work” could involve anything from pruning fruit trees to burning dining tables, but it always involves mega mess and Read more
One night. One measly night was all Mini Seymour got to enjoy in her new room, in her own room, before she found herself, inexplicably, under a starched blue cellular blanket, atop waterproof sheets, in a ward at Brighton Hospital, Read more
I’ve waited for ages for my teenager to love reading, and now she’s stealing my books!
This has to be the most frustrating part of the whole project- this stage right here. We have a house, with working things in it. The oven is marvellous! Apparently. Sputnik has the capacity to heat both the water and Read more
That child is an absolute lunatic. My small one, Mini Seymour. After closely scrutinising her over the Easter break, I have come to the conclusion that she is in fact part-leprechaun. And a feral one at that. She eats her Read more
And then we moved back out. Easter came and went. We had lots of visitors, plenty of fun and a glut of chocolate. The trampoline broke, the pool was pierced, the rubble pile was flattened and I got rid of Read more
Dear Toby, my eighteen year-old friend, You know you want to come and stay at Easter. You can’t possibly resist the lure of a few days in The Shed, being mauled and taunted and sat upon by The Four Little Read more
Dear Friends! The wait is nearly over! You may remember, way back in September, that The Four Little Seymours went off to take part in a television programme. Grandma E orchestrated the whole thing, and needless to say, the process Read more
Today, it is April Fools’ Day. Today, we have lived in The Shed for two years. TWO YEARS! No joke. Golly gosh. As I sit here now, at my computer at the end of the garden, listening to the birds Read more