relating to nothing in particular
There is in my family some actual bona fide dance talent… but not in me sadly. The dance is not in me, it might be in my daughter, who knows. Anyway, I don’t let that stop me. We love a dance here at Bibsey Towers. Bibs and I can be found most afternoons having a … [Read more…]
As I find myself, in these late autumn days, somewhat manually challenged, I have been looking out for shortcuts, work-arounds and ditch-its wherever I go. That would be the bathroom, bedroom and kitchen and not much further afield, unless of course I am sitting motionless in a moving car. Bones need time to heal and … [Read more…]
Oh, it’s always nice to be appreciated. I have been tagged for the extremely prestigious and important Reader Appreciation Award by Anna Tims, that most adventurous of middle-aged matrons. I imagine that this is in recognition of all the trite erudite comments that I have clogged-up her comments box with over the last year. Really, … [Read more…]
It seems to me that there comes a time in the life cycle of a mummy blog when one must write the fart post. Why is that? A need to over-share maybe. Having laid yourself almost entirely bare – on subjects ranging from childbirth to constipation – where left is there to go? Actually, I … [Read more…]
