Number Three son has written 100 words today. Barky McBarkface A synthetic bark… a real one. Up and out with excited lustre they go. All bark, anticipated bite. The usual prowl of the garden ‘What are they doing?’ ‘Hoping for the worst.’ What worst? A frightening burglar to scare, or maybe the lawnmower is back […]
On bad news and good news
It’s been a bit of a mixed week for Boy Three – culminating with being fired out of a cannon, cunningly disguised as a cement mixer (the cannon, not the child). He has spent much of the last week twanging with worry about coronavirus. Not surprising really as everywhere he turns, news outlets are giving […]