The Middle Ages
Oh poop. It’s here. At almost-45, I can’t really deny that I’m firmly entrenched in middle age. I mean, I literally did the maths. 45 x 2 = (oh crap) […]
Oh poop. It’s here. At almost-45, I can’t really deny that I’m firmly entrenched in middle age. I mean, I literally did the maths. 45 x 2 = (oh crap) […]
Instagram is an awesome little bit of kit. In spite of the fact that we own a very expensive camera, I tend to find that I take the vast majority […]
It’s a new year, so time, thought I, to start a more regular series of posts to this family stories Blog. As you know by now, my obsession is the […]
I just found these in a box, alongside a picture of the little man in question wearing them. These were George’s first ever shoes. I saved them. I am indeed […]
Yesterday I began the traditional New Year clear-out. You know, the one where you use stealth to remove the toys and games which graced previous Christmas stockings but are no […]
Things I love about the big ‘un:- the way his right eye goes all wobbly when he’s drinking with intent. So like his dad (wobbly genes?) the fact that he […]
I’ve been itching to drag this photo out, so thanks to Tara at Sticky Fingers for giving me an excuse! It’s such a terrible picture, but still makes me laugh, […]
Brothers I have a brother. If I had been allowed to grow my hair long enough for pigtails as a child, he would most certainly have pulled them. Or at […]
I am smiling. For two very good reasons. 1. My littlest Little Man has just received his very first award for swimming. 5 whole metres. Get in there, son! 2. As […]
It is snowing. Big fat flakes of cotton wool. I have idyllic memories of sledging in the snow as a child. Is my memory dulled by years of Pinot Grigio […]