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Nine years long.

When on earth did Evie turn nine? I’m missing time I’m sure I am. Oh hang on, here’s a few thousand drawings here telling me…evie-9-years-old


Pokemon battles. The great leveller.



Heavy basket of washing. I’m taking you all with me if I go.


Story time.

Gruff reads one and then I get a turn…eventually…


Square eyes.

I think I need a fog-horn to get through that tv induced daze…



Smashing conkers.

There is a particular way of getting into a conker. Leg up, heel aimed at the spikey little sphere and smash down with full force revealing your shiny prize inside.


Give the dog a bone.

A nice big bit of antler. Bit of skill there jamming into your mouth sideways like that Bonnie.

give the dog a bone

Tee off.

So good to have understanding neighbours, especially when your son decides to invent a new form of golf (involving a jedi sword and a giant inflatable ball….)

tee off


The moment when you realise your teenage daughter is perfectly capable of watching television and being on her phone all at the same time.

i was watching that



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