There seems to be an age cut off point, beneath which the word ‘melon’ is impossible to pronounce. In our house we have lemons for melons, something that always makes me laugh. Funnier still was the fact that I was
Knowing me, knowing you….
Sometimes you need a little time before you can write about something. Time to decipher the emotions, space to let things be long enough to see a clear path. Last week, when my youngest child started school, I really didn’t
Not In My Back Yard…
Nimbyism is a great thing isn’t it? Here in dear old middle England we positively excel at it: “We’re drowning in rubbish, we need a new landfill site…” “WHAT?! Not in my back yard…!!” “There’s a housing crisis, we’re looking
Fairies and Funghi
The Dell is less than a two minute walk from my parent’s house – the house I spent most of my ‘growing up proper’ years in. Its bowl shape is suggestive of meteors and magic, but it could easily have
The original hoodies…
25th February 2002. The day it all changed. After a torturous labour punctuated with drugs, monitors and laudably fanciful birth plans the Boy Wonder was pulled into this world. I won’t repel you with the tale of the stitch-up job
Portait of a country in flux
Anyone else feeling a bit jittery today? Our Parliament is in limbo, the last leadership debate has been run, the Mail is convinced that Cameron is the clear winner and there seems to be a distinct lack of sense being
Beauty’s where you find it…
I’ve been waiting for an excuse to use this image for a couple of weeks now and Tara’s gallery prompt this week is perfect. If you haven’t visited Sticky Fingers before I wholeheartedly recommend it, there is some exceptional talent