The Boy and Youngest™ have both just had chickenpox. It cleverly managed to straddle the entire Easter holidays, and was the Easter gift that kept on giving. Just as The Boy was starting to feel himself again, Youngest™’s first spot appeared. It’s… Read more →
I’m thinking of touring the country with Youngest™. We’d be a circus act where Youngest™, aged two and a half, would answer questions from the audience. “What is one plus one? How many Everly brothers are there? What would you say is… Read more →
We are 24 hours into our mini break, and have just reached our accommodation. You’re imagining we’re on the other side of the world, aren’t you? We’re actually on the Isle of Wight having spent last night in Southampton. The Boy likes… Read more →
April 2012. Hove. Back garden. Mark the moment. I have just realised that Youngest™ is left-handed. Well, left-footed. (Isn’t that the same?) He is kicking the ball in the back garden, and that is definitely the foot he prefers. It brings to… Read more →
There’s a few random moments of interest, but do they make a column? Sometimes, as regular readers may have noticed, I struggle to scrape together my sow’s ear of a week to try and make a publishable silk purse of a column…. Read more →
We’re at the dinner table and The Boy says two words, “animal biscuits”. Somewhere in my brain – how can I describe it – there’s a ripple, no, too gentle, a spider’s web crack of the glass like when a stone hits… Read more →
The Tip, The Trellis And The Carwash. It doesn’t exactly have the same ring as The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe, but in The Boy’s eyes, it’s as much of an adventure. He unexpectedly volunteered to come on this exciting journey…. Read more →
Animals feature highly in Youngest™’s life. We’ve only been in Hove and Shoreham today but the day’s been teeming with creatures. Let me count the ways. Early morning, and he’s doing the sign to watch Peppa Pig (basically a kind of fist… Read more →
I have a prediction about my death certificate, I think one key word will be under cause of death – leftovers. Perhaps someone else is being pro-active and chiselling the word out on a gravestone, probably in Times New Roman (I’ve been… Read more →
Spoiler alert. Although it’s not a spoiler for a recent film, and anyway, it’s not one of those big, big endings, like if I’d said Charlton Heston, he’s actually been on Earth all along! Or Bruce Willis – he’s a ghost! Or… Read more →
