We have now lived in The Shed for eleven months exactly. Normally, living in The Shed is rather fun. It’s bearable verging on pleasant, and actually really rather lovely when the sun shines through the south-facing windows. Today, I’m not Read more
Yep. The Celotex has finally done him in. After months of roofing and demolition, hammering and sawing, it is the poking of assorted sizes of foil-backed insulation into the spaces between the noggins that has finally reduced Big Seymour to Read more
Never ones to cower in the face of adversity, we have today welcomed a French Exchange student to The Funny Little Bungalow. Poor girl. I did try to explain to the French Teacher about our situation. I described the sleeping Read more
Just when you think you know where everything is going, you realise that your husband and yourself speak a different language entirely, and before you know it, the dressing table you’ve dreamed of in your head, with just the right Read more
My house is messy. It’s true. There is a lot in it. It’s not orderly, and nobody else could find anything if I died and left them to it. Last night, Big Seymour likened me to my grandmother. Now, I Read more
Yep. The Shed is leaking. On the flip-side, I have started a VLOG. It’s rubbish – I much prefer the anonymity of the written word. But someone said I should try it, so I am. Check it out here if Read more
Over the last couple of weeks, we have been unfaithful to the Funny Little Bungalow. And to The Shed. For we did abandon them both gaily, to flee this half-life lived in semi-squalor. Our neighbours down the road decided that Read more
On Monday, I did a terrible thing. A thing so heinous, that I cringed and cowered as the effects of my actions reverberated around me, and I tried to melt into invisibility. It was Boy Seymour’s birthday at the start Read more
And on the Sixteenth Day, The Four Little Seymours did decree that there would be a Christmas Tree in The Shed after all. So now, after a visit to The Jumble Sale, we now not only have bloody fake festive Read more
Oh, Funny Little Bungalow! How I miss you. So near, yet so far! So grand, yet so bloody awful. I am trying very hard not to wish this time away. There are numerous moments when I look at the Four Read more