Newflash! Big Seymour has, slowly but surely, been rediscovering his missing mojo. This is timely, as he now has nearly TWO WEEKS OFF. Of course, he doesn’t have two weeks off, exactly. He has two weeks of time to dedicate Read more
We are privileged to have access to two vehicles, the Four Little Seymours and I. First, there’s Minty, my blue Polo. He is nice and small, and suitable for short journeys, and anything involving tight parking spaces. But his radio Read more
Yes, that’s right! The Four Little Seymours are going on the telly! All of them! Numbers One and Two, Boy and Mini will make their televisual debut at some point in the not-too distant future, and wow, are you in Read more
Dear DIY SOS, Please help us. I confess – my reasons for appealing to you are not akin to those your usual clients may present as part of a case. I am, of course, grateful for that. But in any Read more
And so the Seymours’ Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Furniture has been born. The Society’s beginnings were subtle – unwanted furniture from around the land would stealthily wend its way to the Funny Little Bungalow. When all other Read more
Oh gosh. Never mind the crumble season. The Jumble Season is upon us. The Four Little Seymours are ecstatic. They missed the first one, due to an unfortunate clash on the calendar, but on Saturday, off we went, Big Seymour Read more
Last night, Big Seymour and I celebrated our wedding anniversary. This was a bit of an accident. Neither of us had actually remembered, until a friend with the same anniversary posted something online. Oops! Anyway, we managed, at short notice Read more
And so the joys of a new term begin. Today’s saga went like this… Number One had left to go to the bus stop. She had a small farewell committee. How long she will permit me this indulgence, I do Read more
Things have slowed down here at The Funny Little Bungalow. There are tumbleweeds blowing across the newly tiled roof, and thick cobwebs have started to set in upstairs in the corners of what were freshly painted bedrooms. OK, I exaggerate. Read more
Boy Seymour woke up this morning in a devilish mood. Before his eyes had been open for ten minutes, he was whacking a sister with a makeshift truncheon. He got chocolate spread down the clean shirt he’d just harassed me Read more