It transpires that I can’t actually stop writing about The Four Little Seymours, after all. There have been complaints. And so, in the spirit of keeping everyone happy, I have come up with a different plan… The other page I started, I shall abandon. I may import the stories I Read more
I tidied Mini Seymour’s bedroom the other day. I rearranged it, and put things in a kind of order. Despite the lack of carpet and the mish mash of furniture, it was an improvement. I was happy with my work. Five minutes after leaving the room, I returned to find Read more
I like the school holidays. They’re great. The benefits of time away from a routine are numerous, and the freedom that being “off-timetable” affords is marvellous! This love of school holidays probably stems from the fact that I am a big kid who has never grown away from the memory Read more
The Four Little Seymours. It’s a catchy collective term. I like it. But unfortunately, I am starting to wonder how long I can justifiably use it. Because today, something rather monumental played out in The Shed, where we live, and it has left me all of a fluster. Little Seymour Read more
The Funny Little Bungalow has claimed its first casualty – a little sparrow who got trapped inside, and couldn’t make it out. For some reason, this has made me inordinately sad, especially as I had tried to set it free after hearing its desperate calls. But I must pull myself Read more
Tesco Man visited me again today. I must admit – I find the whole “strange chap in my shed” business a little awkward, so much so that I have taken to doing Click ‘n’ Collect a bit recently, which I usually struggle to see the point of. When Tesco Man Read more
I miss the Funny Little Bungalow. It’s only up the garden, and, as we know, The Shed is absolutely fine. For now. But there is something about that old place that bewitches me. In a good way. You wouldn’t think that standing in a derelict kitchen with no roof rafters, Read more
Oh! The weather! Yesterday was hot. Really hot. So hot that I actually USED THE AIR CONDITIONING in the Shiny Van. This is unheard of. I tried to water my plants, but Seymours’ butts were all empty. As an early birthday present, Little Seymour Number One was the grateful recipient Read more
Happy Birthday, Prince William, sir! Today is the longest day! The Summer Equinox! Is that right? It can’t be, surely. It seems like five minutes ago when I declared to The Four Little Seymours that “It is December the twenty-first! The Shortest Day! It’s all going to get better Read more
I lost my purse yesterday. It wasn’t in any of its usual hideouts – the bread bin was empty, and the peg bag wasn’t harbouring it either. I drove up to the Little Seymours’ school, disturbed the office ladies and even a lesson or two, by rummaging in bags and Read more