You know. The one that always shoves ideas for things that must be blogged about into my head. The monkey with pretentious to be a muse. Or at least that’s what it claims as it rams another pointless, but hysterically funny, observation into my mind. Actually muse is quite a grand word for it. Imagine a […]
More of life’s great mysteries…
Why it’s impossible to make a small quantity of coleslaw. I try, really. I’m the only one who really likes it and, even then, not enough to justify the bowl-busting quantities. Why children can hardly be hauled from their beds from Monday to Friday, yet are up with the lark at the weekend. Why four words from […]
It’s bloody rubbish being a grown up
Look, over there. The grass is greener Once upon a time adulthood couldn’t come fast enough – no one to say ‘eat your spuds’, ‘it’s time for bed’. Suiting yourself – short skirts, makeup, joining CND, choosing when you wake up. Now I live among the grown ups all the time. I’ve joined their gang. […]
Nativity: The mother and father of bad manners
Today was Boy Two’s Christmas show and for another year the festive spirit was somewhat flattened by the rudeness of a few parents. At our primary the Christmas show takes place on three consecutive mornings to accommodate everyone. The format is fairly fixed. Nursery first for two songs, then a couple of numbers each from […]