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
On Good Friday, the roof came off. The Funny Little Bungalow was decapitated, and its entrails burned in a pyre. And this is all because we love it soooo much. Big Seymour set to work early on Good Friday, with Read more
When moving out, whether it is to a bigger house or a smaller house or even a shed, it is only natural that things get thrown away – the dusty old bits of tat that have slunk around in corners Read more
I don’t really know where to start with this entry, apart from to say that I am pleased to be able to update the blog, as The Shed is now equipped with WiFi, and so I must put it off Read more
I always find New Year’s Eve a bit hard to cope with. It’s as if there is an enormous, invisible clock, ticking away above my head, reminding me that my time is nearly up. But what does that mean? What Read more
I swept the kitchen floor yesterday. There was dust all over it, and crumbs. And mud, probably. So I swept it, and felt better. Five minutes later, I returned to the same spot I had recently swept, just as a Read more