I keep getting caught out by these dark evenings. Just when I’m thinking that I might go to capture the ploughed fields looking like corduroy or the first reds and oranges of the season, I peer out and it’s dark. And then I remember I never bothered to learn how to do half way decent […]
255/365 cool dude
Growing up isn’t a steady gradual rising from feral infanthood to measured adult. It’s happening in surprising spikes and bratty troughs.Boy One has started looking more young man than big boy these days. In the main. Sometime it starts to look like he knows his own mind. It’s only when children stop operating as a […]
254/365 Three Cheers For Autumn
If we had thatch eves they would be loaded with fruit. It’s defiantly autumnal round here. So instead of bemoaning the death throes of summer and whingeing about the cold and damp, I’ve decided to celebrate the new season. The cosy, enveloping jumpers have been returned to the wardrobe and the troublesome crumpling linen banished. […]
253/365 making friends with the slow cooker
252/365 Swimming lessons – things I’ve learned this time round
Boy Three had his first swimming lesson today. It was time, with no sense of self preservation there was the increasing danger that he might learn the hard way that it’s actually the arm bands keeping him afloat. So after long and involved negotiations that saw him booked into Tuesday afternoon lessons, we set off […]