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 […]
C’mon in Martha, I’ve got a few tips for you
A post from the day that Martha Stewart followed me on Twitter seeking household advice, obviously. Today Martha Stewart started to follow me on Twitter. I wondered what interest the former third most powerful woman in America, released prisoner and all-round homemaker might want with me. Then I realised – she’d obviously heard about […]
Review: Little Grippers sports socks
At last another solution…. football socks that stay up. Weeks and weeks ago, just before Boy Two’s football team took their long winter training break, we were sent a pair of Little Grippers sports socks to try out. In our neck of the woods, children’s football must be played wearing shin pads. I’m sure there’s […]
Sock mystery solved, a few more to go
For fox sake… That’s it then, a domestic mystery solved. It seems that some 5000 socks and pants (yes pants!) turn up in our drains every year. This accounts for the weekly dating game I play with the lonely solo garments… and why no matter how hard you try, there are always an increasing number […]
Dangers, the sock pair machine and breasts
Things I’ve learned from my children today. Always check a room for baby hazards. The kitchen table is exactly at the forehead height of a seven-month-old in a baby walker. No, we can’t just do the job in the simplest manner. So Sock sorting (a fun-filled weekly event in our house) began. Then Boy One […]