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 […]
C’mon in Martha, I’ve got a few tips for you
A post from the day that Martha Stewart followed me on Twitter seeking household advice, obviously. Today Martha Stewart started to follow me on Twitter. I wondered what interest the former third most powerful woman in America, released prisoner and all-round homemaker might want with me. Then I realised – she’d obviously heard about […]
Sock mystery solved, a few more to go
For fox sake… That’s it then, a domestic mystery solved. It seems that some 5000 socks and pants (yes pants!) turn up in our drains every year. This accounts for the weekly dating game I play with the lonely solo garments… and why no matter how hard you try, there are always an increasing number […]
Dangers, the sock pair machine and breasts
Things I’ve learned from my children today. Always check a room for baby hazards. The kitchen table is exactly at the forehead height of a seven-month-old in a baby walker. No, we can’t just do the job in the simplest manner. So Sock sorting (a fun-filled weekly event in our house) began. Then Boy One […]