As of this morning, the bus stop has moved! Parent power has prevailed, and it might just be that I let Little Seymour Number One walk to the bus stop alone in the morning… Gulp.
Now I just have to tackle the issue of letting her cross the road on her own when the bus drops her back in the afternoons. Perhaps I will suggest the council puts a foot bridge in.
I vowed not to write about my kids but… The conundrum of Boy Seymour is a curious one. He is everything a teenaged chap should be and more: a doughnut devouring, untidy, loud, contrary, lanky, Read more
I thought of a book last week, as I sat in a waiting room with Mini Seymour. The book in question is Class, by Jilly Cooper, a satirical observation of the strange hierarchies that existed Read more
This is not the end, it is not the beginning of the end…nor the end of the beginning, even! (Update – actually, it’s just the same old blog, but even more random!) Written on July Read more
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