Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
As we sat round our little table eating dinner together. In the hall. Next to the ironing board and a spare bit of coving. Remembering a time when we didn’t have to bail out our bath with a bucket because we still had a waste pipe, and a time when we didn’t share our bedroom…
The toddler’s favourite word is ‘duck’. Much to my relief the pronunciation has improved terribly, and so I no longer fear the reprisal of others when leaving the house. Kate does however use her word with great conviction, and often in a number of non-bird related scenarios, and there is no accounting for her immaculate…
We purchased two very nice and enormously comfortable cream sofa’s from Sofa.com a few years ago. I know, how you laugh, but we didn’t know about toddlers then. Anyway, we had a small incident a few weeks back involving a misplaced glass and some red wine which resulted in some unwanted decoration of a sofa…
Now this blog comes with several warnings. The first is that if you should happen to acquire a small person, for reasons unfathomable, you appear to spend more time in one’s local supermarket (although an insatiable appetite and inability to remember anything may be to blame). This has became apparent from a) my monthly statement…
Owing to my last post I had become increasingly aware of a change coming over me, one that was quite shocking and completley against my entire nature… I was becoming sensible. It had started with the flower arranging evenings, then planning my Christmas shopping well in advance, then checking my car’s levels of screenwash at regular intervals, and I had…
I have never been particularly body confident, so showing off more than a wrist or ankle on occasions can send me into a cold sweat. Today though, having officially ran out of summery clothes (I managed to put my hand through the material of one summer blouse and burnt a hole in another one) meant…