It has been Half Term. I love Half Term. It is wonderful to be oblivious to the time, and not chase about as I do, like a blithering idiot during the craziness of term-time frolics. There is only one problem Read more
I’ve had it easy over the last few weeks. Big Seymour has been in a kind of brief hibernation from all things building-related, during which he hasn’t really done much to the Funny Little Bungalow. But now, I see a Read more
There’s a lot of surplus stuff in the world. You only have to look at any suburban British street on bin day to notice that people throw so much away. I can’t bear to think about it, especially as I’m Read more
If the truth be told, I think I’m a bit of a snob. But before I go on, I’d better quickly google the actual definition of “snob”, just to be sure. “…a person who believes there is a correlation between Read more
The poor Four Little Seymours. I do feel for them. Their mother is an emotional, sentimental idiot, and should probably be incarcerated. Last week, strange things happened. The stars must have been moving in some kind of mischievous alignment because Read more
Some years ago, before we had found the Funny Little Bungalow, my brother, who shall hereby be referred to as Uncle Bacon Nose, came to our house on a Friday evening for a DVD night. He’d often suggest such entertainment, Read more
It is January. The Funny Little Bungalow doesn’t look its best in January. I think we have already established that. There are piles of bricks on the rubble-covered driveway. There’s ancient, rickety scaffolding adorning the perimeter. Mould grows in abundance Read more
Tomorrow, the Funny Little Bungalow shall make its television debut. And, as excited as I am about the prospect, I am also acutely aware that this building is not going to be viewed in the way that we see it; Read more
They want me! I had a telephone call this morning, from a nice lady at the popular and informative daily television show, This Morning. She explained that they are looking to do a feature on someone whose wardrobe is in Read more
For Christmas this year, I received a part-share in an electric gate mechanism. I can’t wear it, and it doesn’t make me look or smell nice, but it certainly was a very expensive gift, and so I should be very Read more