Last Friday, The Council Man returned. He had with him a copy of the plans of our build, and when he arrived, he spent about ten minutes looking from them to the new roof structure, with an ever more confused Read more
Oh my goodness me. I apologise in advance but this is likely to be something of a garbled diatribe – a tsunami of an update after too long without one, proving, essentially, that I am writing this blog as personal Read more
The Funny Little Bungalow has decided to get ahead of the impending nuclear war, and has turned into a wreck overnight. The state it is currently in supersedes all the other demolition, and takes the poor building to a whole Read more
Oh my goodness! It’s my blogversary! It has been approximately one whole year since I unleashed these updates on the world. Well – that is not entirely true. I actually started the blog a year previously, but, owing to me Read more
Uniform! Oh, how I love a uniform! Uni. Form. UNIFORM. The clue is in the name. It seems that there are newsworthy incidents happening all over the country regarding this most sensitive of subjects, and parents are receiving reprimanding phone Read more
So that’s it then. The school holidays are over. The Four Little Seymours have all returned to their classrooms today, with varying degrees of enthusiasm, and Mummy is finally able to sit and contemplate things in detail, without somebody attempting Read more
Camping with children. A good idea? Well, that depends…. First and foremost, children like camping. It’s an adventure – what’s not to like? Making dens just took on a whole new dimension, and look! The grown-ups are playing, too! But Read more
Yesterday, a major event happened. Big Seymour put the last of the tiles on the roof of The Funny Little Bungalow. This means that I can no longer claim to be roofless. Being roofless has been interesting. There is something Read more
Oh, Birchbox! You are NAUGHTY. You send me an email, offering me The World, when you know that I live in a shed, and a bit of glamour is very enticing indeed. OK, so you probably don’t know about The Read more
Did I ever tell you about Mrs Seymour? She had Four Little Seymours, and no dogs. She didn’t name them all Dave. Or Hoos Foos. Or Snimm. Or Hot Shot, or Sunny Jim. But often, she wishes that, when they Read more