I never quite seem to get used to this motherhood lark. Usually I've a light touch, as much as I can get away with, and they sort themselves out.
Get on with it, Babs #onamission
I'm fed up of being pants about blogging so will put aside my fear of not being sufficiently thorough and just flippin' well get on with it. It's not
Kick-Ass Time
Please excuse the mild profanity. You will no doubt read far worse, however I do try to refrain from such, as you know. Perhaps not always in real
On blackberrying…
One of the utter pleasures of living here is the hedgerow all down one side of the "field" part of the garden. The top of this area is a low wall that
Feeling more “normal”
It's been so many years that I've lived with george, now, and I've just become used to not being able to do stuff that "normal" people can without
Let the shenanigans commence…
The school holidays begin. Teenagers disappear to their rooms and only materialise for food or when they're bored... My 14 year old daughter set a new