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Neverseconds blogger Martha should lead the way at school
You’d have to have been living under a rock with no wifi to have missed this week’s story about Martha Payne. Nine-year-old Martha from Lochgilphead Primary started a blog called Neverseconds a couple of months ago that records what she had for lunch at school. Quickly it caught on, the prison-style tray-plates made the school […]
Saturday is caption day…
And the caption for this one is… It’s bucketing down here so, perhaps, a little light caption fun might help cheer things up. Mammasaurus‘ is holding her weekly roundup. Have some fun with the other entries.Tweet!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=”//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js”;fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,”script”,”twitter-wjs”);
The Angels’ Share – putting sex appeal into a whisky glass
The intense Paul Brannigan The Bridges of Maddison County had me leaving the cinema sobbing, after In The Loop I was sniggering in a deranged manner, The Hunger Games had me empowered, while Twilight utterly revised my opinion of vampire flicks.But this week I left a picture house with a yearning for a drink… not […]
Scotland to Cornwall – 569 miles to misery… or not?
This year the residents of the Palace of Bundance are going to pack up their Lego, Men in Black figurines (is a figurine just a toy that doesn’t do anything?), their cake icing partworks and set off for Cornwall for the annual expedition. Can you imagine a camel caravans laden and clanking and covering the desert […]
Review: Hotter sandals to flip out over
Java alongside middle son’s favourite footwear Flip-flops? Nah. I’d love to get on with them, but I can’t.My feet just don’t seem to understand what they’re supposed to do. In my mind they are supposed to sit prettily on the sole, but actually they slither off to one side or the other. My toes ache […]
Could you leave your child in the pub?
Of course you could. Just like David Cameron did. Settle down, I’m not suggesting that he and Sam, or anyone else, would set forth thinking “I don’t give a fig about my kids, I’ll just leave them lying about like dropped gloves”. That would be ridiculous. And, obviously, there are some bang-to-rights cases of […]