in which I talk freely about the state of my bum and other arsefoolery
We went to a barbeque yesterday. It was the birthday party of my friend who lives very much en campo in a beautiful little cortijo up in the hills at the end of a long and very bumpy track. She and her husband lovingly built up the house themselves from a ruin. It has amazing … [Read more…]
Bill and Beatrix sit around the camp fire. Bill: Once upon a time in the mountains of Andalucia, some believe, around the year twelvety dos, head priestess of the Fickle Lotus Toddler Clan, Bibsey Pai Mei, was (not) eating her breakfast, contemplating whatever it is that a toddler of Bibsey Pai Mei’s infinite power and wisdom … [Read more…]
You know that thing, when you are a mother, or father, and your children come uninvited, not just to witness, but to actively watch you, as an adult woman, or man, doing whatever it is that you do in the toilet? Yep. That. Here are this week’s toilet encounters with the inquisitive Bibsey: “What’s that?! … [Read more…]
… sleep tight. Be a good girl and go straight to sleep. Love you. Sleep well. Sweet dreams. And Mummy will see you in the morning. I say pretty much the exact same thing to Bibsey every single night as Mr B and I tuck her in to bed. And these days, most nights, that … [Read more…]
V is for Beerhen and Baheena… it is. I put a tweet out today asking for suggestions for today’s letter – the letter V. But because this is a family type blog – ish, I did say that vaginas need not apply. Oops! I’ve just lost as least one reader with that word: my sister. … [Read more…]
