We are off to deepest England again. This time with Supergran and T to sister-in-law L’s. Boy Three had lots of fun playing with his cousins. Posted with Blogsy
206/365 trying to get my attention
Warning: Sometimes a quick glance won’t do
Mum, Can You Wipe My Bum? By Vicky Arlidge
My life in chocolate
It started with the buttons. I suppose it does for most of us. Those delicious melt-in-the-mouth discs. Only they don’t really melt in the mouth, they melt everywhere else. Boy Three shows how to let a Button melt Boy Three replaces his chocolate button eyes with, well, chocolate button eyes They might seem innocent enough, […]
204/365 Bring on the rain
The storm broke today. About 10am the sky went dark. So dark the street lights came on, which neatly answered that question. Then the downpour began with the trees flailing in the thundery squalls. Suddenly that smell came, the one that says the earth is drinking great gulps. Thank heavens. Posted with […]
203/365 I’m not your f***ing darling
I saw him coming, bouncing on the soles of his trainers like an athlete at the track, chest puffed out, pounding up the path to the door. Leaflets in his hand, logo on his shirt. Bing-bong. Sigh. “Good afternoon, my darling,” He actually said that. “My darling.” I just looked at him. He must have mistaken cold contempt for interest […]
