What has the solitary and sanitary act of blogging got to do with the intimate, messy business of sex? One you do by yourself in front of a computer and the other is an online diary. *Groan* Heavy-handed metaphor by banoootah_qtr via Flickr But actually the similarity exists and it’s to do with the affect […]
Mum, Can You Wipe My Bum? By Vicky Arlidge
Things I’ve learned but wish I hadn’t
Boys about to discover that it’s really cold in there This week I made the rather surprising discovery that poo doesn’t melt or dissolve when washed at 90 degrees on a cotton wash. No. It tucks itself into the rubber seal and waits to pounce. This moment of domestic education led me to consider the other […]
Extreme parenting – motherhood doesn’t get much tougher than this
Children: It’s downhill from here If I could be bothered with video it would show my shiny face shouting into the camera and lots of zoomy, angled shots to try to create excitement where there is none. But I can’t, so tough. I thought I might share my current parenting challenges and some possible solutions. […]
Things intended to be funny, that aren’t.
Clowns The boys and I popped into Ikea for a meat-ball based lunch and found, to our utter disinterest, that it was a family day. That’s why there was a torn-faced clown wandering around spinning plates. Clearly bored riged, he tried to strike up conversation. The topic? Our local undertaker. Top Gear Three grown men […]