FOUR LITTLE SEYMOURS

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

Last week, a monumental thing happened. The Post Lady, who has scurried her way up our ever-worsening driveway to attempt to deliver our letters, smiled at me. Not only that, but she wished me a happy birthday, and even shared Read more

At this time of year, I’m experiencing a severe lack of shrapnel. The jingly-jangly, non-maiming type of shrapnel that you find at the bottom of your bag, in your coat pockets, or in Big Seymour’s work trousers. Shrapnel of that Read more

I’ve read enough Phillipa Gregory novels to know a little of what life was like in The Olden Days. I tend to view the sixteenth Century in a romantic light, and imagine the dresses, and jolly jousts, Henry the Eighth Read more

It was like a scene out of a well-known eighties movie in my kitchen on Sunday. Big Seymour had his welding mask on, and was attempting to secure his enormous steel erection with small silver screws deep in the pit. Read more

There was a gentle thudding upon my roof on Sunday afternoon. It sounded like a bird plodding across the old felt surface, only slightly heavier. I stopped what I was doing in the kitchen below and pondered for a moment; Read more

Something strange has happened to me. I am putting it down to a mental suppression of the area of my brain that is concerned with all things aesthetic. Let’s face it, if I was using that area of my brain Read more

I watched The Four Little Seymours from a distance the other evening, and came to the conclusion that, despite a lot of bickery nonsense during half term, they’re actually not bad eggs at all. Bless them. I really didn’t want Read more