It was bad enough when Number One went. But Little Seymour Number Two has now gone and got so old, she has had to leave her lovely little village church school and venture to the comp’ down the road, a scary bus drive away… When I started my blog, Number 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
So The Pox is back. This time, Boy Seymour is afflicted – but I am hoping it will be short-lived, mild and uneventful. So far, he’s bearing up. I guess it’s no surprise. With the Four Little Seymours sleeping on what is essentially an oven tray in this heat, germs, Read more