I’m not really a mani-pedi kind of person – far too much hassle. So the idea of having someone in house who is happy to paint my toenails for me should, in theory, be bliss. Not necessarily the case when the kind helper in question is Boy Two.
My brother’s back Boy Two is returned from his scout camp, where he had a whale of a time. His little brother hasn’t left his side since he got back, despite the rather unappetising niff. Apparently he won a prize for being the tidiest scout in the camp. I’m very proud of him for this […]
Night is falling, it’s cold and the rain clouds are are rushing busily. About two miles away, Boy Two is hopefully happy in his scout camp. This is his first proper camp.There has been much preparation, including intriguingly the acquisition of a flint. I am delighted to report that, when I checked the boy’s stuff […]
Spangles on the water at Drumpellier Park Look at that – teamwork making it happen for Boys One, Two and Three I took these pictures in Drumpellier Park yesterday. We were there just before the rain and just after a visit to Decathlon. We went to Decathlon – that palace of Lycra, mansion of […]
Way to gateaux Yesterday, I wrote of my worries about raising feminist boys when I’m in charge of domestic things. The responses were supportive and considered – and really got me thinking. Especially one that more or less said “stop being a doormat and make things change”. You could call it “tough supportive”. It was right. It’s […]