Monthly Archives: December 2007

After all that effort – – the mince pie munched, leaving just a few crumbs on the plate in front of the fireplace to show it had been appreciated by The Man in the Red Suit – the carrot artfully … Continue reading →

School is a wonderful thing. Not only does it occupy many hours of the children’s time, it also means I can stop worrying so much about swearing in front of them. They know it all now, and most of it … Continue reading →

I’m getting better at piecing together small snippets of information, and turning them into a sensible and almost comprehensible picture of how life continues without me. I’ve learned that TVs R Us and Daddy likes being on the computer. And … Continue reading →

So after two weeks of part-time parenting, how are the children coping? Well, they still yell “Mu-um!” all the time when I’m there. And it’s still me who insists on hair-brushing, preventative nit-combing and carrot-eating. Bu-ut… there is a subtle … Continue reading →

What connects the following? And here’s a clue. They are all monikers… Dog Catcher Can’t Remember Scrotum Cannonfodder Ramraider Pervey If you are someone who runs merely to get to the pub, you may know the answer. If, however, you … Continue reading →

Ben was standing over my shoulder the other day, watching me as I caught up with all the postings from fellow bloggers. He asked why I would want to have anything to do with someone called Potty Mummy, potties being … Continue reading →

Ben has become fixated on the possiblity that his father and I may, one day, in the future or perhaps tomorrow, split up. He cheerfully says things like – “If you two split up, who would Hannah and I live … Continue reading →