Monthly Archives: May 2007

For the first time ever, we managed two nights with the grandparents without breaking anything. There was one near miss, but that was me. I opened the oven and the door fell off. Apparently the screw had been loose for … Continue reading →

Well, I don’t like to have to mention him again, but Johnnie’s got a bit of a thing going at Hay. I mean Hay-on-Wye (of course darling, didn’t you realise it’s that time of year when you just have to … Continue reading →

Yet again, the dire warnings of a Bank Holiday Washout have revealed the media’s outrageous South East bias. Either that or the wind changed. We awoke this morning to blue skies and sunshine, a little windy it’s true, the fluffy … Continue reading →

From folk music to Kalashnikovs… well, not really Kalashnikovs, but second world war rifles and Sten guns. Today was re-enactment day at Crownhill Fort, when questionable men in ill-fitting uniforms cavort with guns and grenades for the delectation of the … Continue reading →

The house is now ringing with the sound of Jolly Wassailing and unseasonal cheer. The Kaiser Chiefs have been ousted and Busted is busted. As always, it’s my fault. Last night I went out, with my son, just the two … Continue reading →

When Mike read the paper this morning, he expressed relief that I’m a non-smoker. “Just imagine what he’d have been like if you’d smoked,” he said. He’s referring to our son. Ben has much better self-control these days, and can … Continue reading →

If the Daily Mail had its way – and let’s hope to god it doesn’t, says someone who doesn’t believe in any kind of deity – I wouldn’t be allowed to explain to my children that… “You don’t have to … Continue reading →

Musical taste is a funny thing, and children’s musical tastes are, well, maybe not funny. Perhaps weird and wonderful is more apt. There’s Hannah: if she’s not rockin’ all over the world with Status Quo, she’s feeling the love tonight … Continue reading →

It’s happened. I sort of expected it, even though it only really occurred to me when I was watching a documentary about it. Ben has already asked, “Mummy, what colour is my hair?” And when I ask why he wants … Continue reading →

I’ve just had a coat cull. That’s coat, not goat. The reduction in numbers of Billy Goats Gruff has been going on further north, and has led to a lot more controversy than my own small fight against clutter in … Continue reading →