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
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
Big Seymour has returned to his day job. The sky is grey, and the tarpaulin is flappin’ over our partially covered, near-derelict abode. On the up side, in eighteen days, he has managed to almost completely erect the frame of our new house and make it 80% watertight, install two Read more