Monthly Archives: September 2011

Tick tock.

The Cannonball Run.

The object of playing Cannonball is to leg it as fast as you can towards the sofa whilst screaming, “Cannonball”.

The more explosive the landing, the better.

Who taught my children this game?

Good NIght…

…sleep tight, don’t let the dinosaurs bite.



Getting along.

Getting out of the way of a twenty mile an hour canine whirlwind is proving ok for Arnie.

Getting them to like each other may take a bit longer.

I Can’t Stand the Rain…

…well actually our dog can’t.

Not sure how I’m going to break the news to her that there’s something significant about Swansea’s weather to make her think she may need to up sticks or get an umbrella…



Like ’em or not even the average (ok, not so average) eight year old knows what a celebrity is.

Maybe in twenty years time, you’ll only be allowed to run for parliament if you’ve done a stint on Big Brother…

Not sure whether that would be a bad thing mind…

Spider Alley.

Spider Alley, the place only the bravest children dare enter.

Brave the sticky webs and wrapped bundles of mummified bugs, spun and wrapped, ready to stick in your hair.

Run, run, run!

Wet Dog.

May I draw your attention to the woefully inadequate towel I thought might do the job of drying her….


And it wasn’t me…

Dressing Up.

Ah they never tire of it and it never ceases to amuse me either. Today’s costume was very inventive!

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