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 […]
This post is all about taking a closer look at the ordinary things. What started off as a perfectly nice but fairly unexciting Sunday outing to Balloch, turned out to be unforgettable. And in a good way. Things I learned from a #kidsgofree day out: Human mothers don’t have it too bad. There’s a kind […]
Have you noticed how Ed Sheeran is playing in every single public space across the land? I’ve no idea how he’s done it, but he turns up in more places than Lego bricks. He was even playing on the Bull in the Archers the other day. His Castle On The Hill is brilliant – […]
I see you, teenage child. With your swagger and secrets. Sticking your flag in new territories. Of course, I’m boring. Show me a mother who isn’t. It’s our gift. To you. A life solidified – a crash mat made of person. Ready for your ungrateful bounce.
Boy Two is doing some photography as part of his Duke of Edinburgh’s, so Boy Three and I thought we’d join him in taking some photos in Bellahouston Park today. Other posts you might like: Too beautiful for photos What do the photos on your phone mean?