in which I ponder and worry about life’s big questions… unabashed navel-gazing
J is for Jurassic Park. Yes, yes, I know I am relying very heavily on the old dino-theme for my travels through the alphabet, but if you could see my house you would understand why. It is like Jurassic Park around here. There are more dinosaurs than you could shake a fairy wand at. Also … [Read more…]
H is for Happiness. And I make no apology for the fact that H was for Happiness on this day last year. Bibsey sometimes comes to find me in the kitchen, where I will be slaving away over my laptop and stove, just for a hug. I won’ t lie to you. This makes me … [Read more…]
E is for easy. Because we live in southern Spain, where the sun is said to shine 333 days of the year (not so this year, but please don’t worry about me), the beach is close, we can eat tapas every day if we want, and we are constantly wafting about smelling of suntan cream, … [Read more…]
I don’t want to cause any alarm, but I feel I should report that I am living with dinosaur. And not just any dinosaur. This is the king of dinosaurs. Yes, I am living with T-Rex. I speak of course not of Mr B but of Bibsey. A while back Bibsey went through a phase … [Read more…]
I won’t lie to you. This post was not written by Mr B, but if it were it might go a little something like this (or not, who knows)… You know you’re a Daddy when: 1. There is only “bobbins” on the CD multi-changer in the car. Bobbins and Barbara Streisand. In that f*cking order. … [Read more…]
