So, what do you do when Trinny’s assistant at This Morning telephones you to ask how your wardrobe makeover is holding up? You explain that, despite taking on Ms Woodall’s advice, and indeed implementing her precious nuggets of fashion instruction Read more
The Funny Little Bungalow has claimed its first casualty – a little sparrow who got trapped inside, and couldn’t make it out. For some reason, this has made me inordinately sad, especially as I had tried to set it free Read more
Hello dear readers! My Computer Man and I have been fiddling about with the look of the Four Little Seymours’ page, and I’d love to know what you think. Do you like the new style? Or prefer the old? Also, Read more
Tesco Man visited me again today. I must admit – I find the whole “strange chap in my shed” business a little awkward, so much so that I have taken to doing Click ‘n’ Collect a bit recently, which I Read more
The Four Little Seymours have just returned from their first ever festival – Fuzzyfest 2017! They have all gone to school this morning tattooed up to the hilt, with hair that smells of campfires and heads full of the memories Read more
I miss the Funny Little Bungalow. It’s only up the garden, and, as we know, The Shed is absolutely fine. For now. But there is something about that old place that bewitches me. In a good way. You wouldn’t think Read more
Oh! The weather! Yesterday was hot. Really hot. So hot that I actually USED THE AIR CONDITIONING in the Shiny Van. This is unheard of. I tried to water my plants, but Seymours’ butts were all empty. As an early Read more
Happy Birthday, Prince William, sir! Today is the longest day! The Summer Equinox! Is that right? It can’t be, surely. It seems like five minutes ago when I declared to The Four Little Seymours that “It is December the Read more
So The Pox is back. This time, Boy Seymour is afflicted – but I am hoping it will be short-lived, mild and uneventful. So far, he’s bearing up. I guess it’s no surprise. With the Four Little Seymours sleeping on Read more
I lost my purse yesterday. It wasn’t in any of its usual hideouts – the bread bin was empty, and the peg bag wasn’t harbouring it either. I drove up to the Little Seymours’ school, disturbed the office ladies and Read more