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
The Funny Little Bungalow is beckoning us ever nearer. It is taunting us with its skirting boards, its lovely patchwork floor and its doors. Yes! We have doors! On actual rooms! And proper ones, at that. Sputnik is now tucked Read more
On Tuesday, Little Seymour Number Two had a birthday. An eleventh birthday. Another birthday. In The Shed. Luckily, her birthday was a school day. So, instead of hanging out here, amongst the spiders and the clutter, she was able to Read more
Last night, Big Seymour returned home to The Funny Little Bungalow before the rest of us with a new acquisition, about which he was very excited. As I pulled up after ballet, some of The Little Seymours saw IT, so Read more
I like to think I am vaguely intelligent. My brain works quite fast, and my sense of humour is genius – honestly. Well, in my opinion, anyway, I’m hilarious. I can work out Maths homework, read long books and speak Read more
I would like to publicly apologise. Again. (This is becoming something of a habit.) The other day, in light of his current, various and numerous annoying “quirks”, I found myself describing my son -out loud- as an arsehole. Repeatedly. This Read more