On Tuesday, my day was thus: Shermanbury to Henfield, to Shermanbury to Horsham, to Shermanbury to Upper Beeding to Shoreham to Steyning, to Shermanbury to Henfield to Shermanbury to Cowfold to Shermanbury, to Small Dole to Shermanbury. Maybe this is Read more
I have been a parent for a while now. Seventeen years, six months and twelve days to be exact. There have been many fiascos and cock-ups in that time. I am thinking in particular of an episode involving the garden, Read more
There are are a lot of goings on at The Funny Little Bungalow. Never a dull moment, in fact. We are often leaving the house, and as I have mentioned before, this is usually a complicated procedure, that we should Read more
It’s a new year! Crikey. How did that happen? It never ceases to amaze me how humans have managed to organise their calendar: how the 21st December is the shortest day in our country and it’s the same EVERY YEAR! Read more
Eleven years ago (according to Facebook), my son walked for the first time. He was ten months, two weeks and six days old. In October, after years of baffling the NHS doctors, we visited a private physiotherapist who declared that Read more
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