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
I like the school holidays. They’re great. The benefits of time away from a routine are numerous, and the freedom that being “off-timetable” affords is marvellous! This love of school holidays probably stems from the fact that I am a Read more
The Four Little Seymours. It’s a catchy collective term. I like it. But unfortunately, I am starting to wonder how long I can justifiably use it. Because today, something rather monumental played out in The Shed, where we live, and Read more
Recently, I have wondered a lot about why I am writing this blog. It’s hasn’t exactly gone global, I’m not earning any money out of it, and it is keeping me from other jobs that, some might say, are more Read more
Dear BBC, I love you very much. You are the national institution I have grown up admiring – the pinnacle of British class and intelligence. A worldwide information provider, and a global phenomenon. As Adrian Mole, albeit fictionally, used to Read more
Oh my goodness. What a week! There have been ups and downs (I thought Little Seymour Number Two had appendicitis on Sunday – it was just bad wind), highs and lows, culminating in two visits to Clapham Junction in as Read more