How NOT to Treat your Cousin

Misses E and M love their cousins. No, they adore their cousins. So you can imagine my horror when the following photographic evidence came to light… The kid way, waaaay in the front leaving the sledge trail?  Miss E. The kid passing nonchalantly by the prone body?  Miss M. The prone body?  Cousin ME.  * Oh My Bob!

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And it goes on…

My ceiling is still holey and we’re still at my Mum’s. I know I know, my poor parents. The thing is, the man who came to look at the hole pointed out that there was artex in amongst debris. And old artex might have asbestos in it. So We can’t go home. Not [...]

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Snow Beaufoix

Still at my Mum’s. The snow is all blankety and travel is a nightmare so we ventured to the shops by foot to invest in necessary comestibles such as bread, milk and, cough, biscuits. Is it bad that I’m hoping for a text from school to tell me it’s cancelled tomorrow? Hope you’re [...]

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At last…

I have been waiting for this.   Up until today Miss M had never built a snowman.   She had never experienced the satisfying crunch of her wellington clad feet on fresh white snow. She had never seen an icicle, or shaken a powder coated bough causing a flurry of tiny white flakes of shivering, beautiful, cold to [...]

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Proud Mummy moment and someone worth a visit

Miss E arrived home from school on Friday and handed me a crumpled piece of paper. Her eyes shone with nervous excitement and her head was high, her smile the tightly pursed lips of a child bursting to tell, but wanting desperately for me to discover instead of be told. I looked down at the white page [...]

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