A Christmas Poem

Christmas is here The Mummy’s getting fat Please put some quiet pills in Miss M’s hat P.S We haven’t disappeared. We’re having Christmas. It’s lovely.

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Home building and the single Mum

There is some stuff you never imagine you will ever do. Let me put it another way. There is some stuff you never imagine you will ever have to do, as you always imagine your other half will do it. When I was with Mr B he became responsible for certain jobs – they just sort of fell [...]

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Christmas Smiles

Do they not have the faces of angels? Ok I lied Snort At least they look normal on this one, if a little diva-esque.  Happy Christmas everybody.  Ours has started well. Daddy has been round. Songs have been sung. So far, so good.

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What the Dickens??

Don’t you just love it when even spam gets into the Christmas spirit? I don’t mean I’m getting snow covered, bauble draped goodwill messages from ‘morepornthanyoucanshakeyourastickat.com, although, you know, that would be lovely, but I mean spam that seems to be channeling the Ghost of Christmas Past and has gone all Dickensian… “Foremost, let me commend your [...]

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Ho ho ho yes

He seemed to enjoy the port and mince pie.  Hic. And the elves must have eaten all the chocolate buttons as there were certainly none left for two excited little girls. In fact, it’s quite possible he had a little too much port as when we got to Gran and Grandad’s, Santa was STILL THERE… Weirdly he [...]

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