Great Communication
Blogging, it seems, is a useful tool. Especially when it comes to communicating with one’s spouse. I recommend it. And here is why: Everyone is busy these days. Busy doing whatever. I am not really sure what I do but Read more
Blogging, it seems, is a useful tool. Especially when it comes to communicating with one’s spouse. I recommend it. And here is why: Everyone is busy these days. Busy doing whatever. I am not really sure what I do but Read more
Living in The Shed is alright, actually. It’s not cold, it’s lovely when it rains and it makes us feel close to nature. I have become so aware of what is going on down here at the bottom of the Read more
This morning, when I was waving Little Seymour Number One off on her school bus, I squealed with delight when I noticed that the poppies we smuggled home in Seymour book bags last summer have produced the most beautiful array Read more
The Four Little Seymours have had a funny few weeks, really. If I’m honest, I think we may have reached a pivotal point in the renovation of the Funny Little Bungalow – the point at which we all feel a Read more
There’s a member of JLS naked in my garden. I’m not sure whether it’s JB or Oritse. It’s certainly not Aston. He’s too tall. I think it might have something to do with the Barbie pool party that Mini Seymour Read more
I wasn’t going to write a post here today – it wasn’t on “the schedule”. Instead, whilst folding the laundry, I resolved to jack in my other blog, where I am serialising a novel I haven’t written yet, but instead Read more
Four Little Seymours live on a building site. Sometimes, it might surprise you to read that I forget this fact. We muddle along accepting shed life as the norm, and overall, life is good. But maybe this existence is taking Read more
For those who might be interested, I will be serialising my current novel, “The Curious Metamorphosis of Edna Fossell” on my new website, www.becseymour.co.uk. Whilst fourlittleseymours is entirely factual and bound by the limitations of truth, I can really let Read more
Big Seymour has returned to his day job. The sky is grey, and the tarpaulin is flappin’ over our partially covered, near-derelict abode. On the up side, in eighteen days, he has managed to almost completely erect the frame of Read more
I asked the Four Little Seymours about the fate of the contentious fireplace. They know better than to disagree with Mummy when she is in charge of the distribution of Easter eggs. So I am hopeful that I may have Read more