I’m not really a mani-pedi kind of person – far too much hassle. So the idea of having someone in house who is happy to paint my toenails for me should, in theory, be bliss. Not necessarily the case when the kind helper in question is Boy Two.
118/365 Tidiest scout in the camp!
116/365 Hoping it’s warm round the camp fire
Night is falling, it’s cold and the rain clouds are are rushing busily. About two miles away, Boy Two is hopefully happy in his scout camp. This is his first proper camp.There has been much preparation, including intriguingly the acquisition of a flint. I am delighted to report that, when I checked the boy’s stuff […]
112/354 Wishing I was a girl scout…
110/365 The family meeting – starting the change
Way to gateaux Yesterday, I wrote of my worries about raising feminist boys when I’m in charge of domestic things. The responses were supportive and considered – and really got me thinking. Especially one that more or less said “stop being a doormat and make things change”. You could call it “tough supportive”. It was right. It’s […]