Getting Four Little Seymours into and out of the house over the years has been a challenge. Logistically, it is tough. I always remember people warning me against having more children than I had hands, and I carried on regardless. Read more
Newsflash! Hear ye, hear ye! A permanent head teacher has now been found for Steyning Grammar School! This update may not be relevant or interesting to the majority of my small collection of readers, but the process by which the Read more
FFS. I love my friends. I do. I really do. But just recently, I’ve had cause to feel a little… uncomfortable about the direction of our conversations and missives via Whatsapp and the like, which have largely been focused on Read more
Last weekend, I did a very grown-up thing. It’s very unlike me to do grown-up things actually. I think I’m a bit of a child-woman at heart. On Friday, I went away to a cottage on a “mini break” with Read more
My aunt died in August. I loved her a lot. She was unconventional, kind and not hindered by the unofficial laws of social norms. She was beautiful, my aunt. Totally beautiful to me. As a child, I was drawn to Read more
Ah! The Petrol Crisis. I don’t really have anything to say about The Petrol Crisis. Apart from the fact that, along with many other issues, it seems to awaken the hypocrite in most of us. It’s a bit like the Read more
The title of this latest musing leaves me feeling a bit uncomfortable. I’d like to think I am a writer, I would like to make a living as a writer, I dream of turning into a proper writer and of Read more
Mini Seymour is going it alone at Primary School. As her three older siblings headed off to The Big School recently, she wailed after them. She wanted to go, too. She herself returned to school on Monday. She was ready Read more
There is a worrying development in The Funny Little Bungalow’s interior decor. It is so unnerving that I almost daren’t share it. But I like to share. It’s cathartic. And so… My son’s bedroom is looking quite good. His, like Read more
Realisations: I own a seventeen year-old. Boy Seymour has now left primary school. Sh!t the bed. How does this kind of thing happen? One minute I am embarking on the adventure that is adulthood, whereby I am applying for mortgages Read more