Where’s mummy? She can’t be far away, it’s not a very big house. Where’s mummy? Have you tried the kitchen? She’s often there. Where’ s mummy? At her desk, trying to hit a deadline… No? Where’s mummy? Putting washing in the machine. Taking washing out of the machine. Folding washing. Occasionally ironing it. Where’s mummy? […]
What’s been going on since the snow?
It’s such a cliche, isn’t it? Starting a blog post with some sort of self-flagellation about being a second-rate blogger. Ho hum. So I won’t bother with that. Thing is though, I had no idea so much time had slithered away. Sure, I knew it had been a week or so, but not a month. […]
Bonnie Scotland
There was a day a few weeks ago when Scotland looked like this. Tear-jerkingly lovely. It very nearly makes up for the months and months and months of damp and gloom. Almost makes endless no-point-in-putting-the-fence-back-up gales worthwhile. Almost.
What do you say to a child about heaven?
An old post, but worth another outing… “What does heaven look like?” asked Boy Three from the back seat of the car after he finished stuffing his face with the day’s nursery baking. He’s supposed to take it home for after supper but it rarely makes it as far as the main road. “Erm,” I […]
What do you do with your underwear?
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 […]