No not mine, everyone else’s. The male people in this house each have a pair of buttocks. Aged variously seven, fifteen, seventeen and fifty, the bums also range in size. Therefore, each arse owns a selection of pants. At either end of the derrière spectrum it’s very easy to tell whose is whose, it’s the […]
Airing my dirty laundry just about everywhere
It began with a most insignificant click. Then the lights went out and it was apparent – after several optimistic attempts to ignore all evidence – that the washing machine was, in fact, a dampening and flooding the floor machine. There are some definitive parenting moments. The first steps, the gummy smiles, the first time […]
195/365 It’s good to be home…
Ah. Once you’ve established that your fears that your house will be a smouldering shell are unfounded and you’ve found the key, there’s nothing like opening your own front door after a week or two away. Or in our case, stepping over the solidified milk – dairy delivery people, prepare yourselves, we’ll be having words […]
154/365 Laundry… awash with inspiration
A move towards order, folded things anyway… see my nice PJ bottoms on the pile there… Yuk, it smells as bad as you’d expect. It is apparently self-replenishing The big picture – note instructions in big letters on the dryer door. How so many smalls can make a big… It’s the children’s art gallery too… […]