Keep C.A.R.M and Carry On

The whole house is fragranced by the bewitching antiseptic fragrance of lilies delivered by a secret admirer or spurned lover. Thinking of you the card says. Ah if only whoever it was could see the humongous spot on your nose: your body still maintaining utter faith in it's hormone addled teenage self. You feel twitchy. Contrary to the myth your sister likes to perpetuate, you rarely los[...]


Leaves On The Track

Leaves on the track. That was the notorious excuse British Rail once gave for the reason why expected trains had failed to run. An excuse generally considered to be a lot of balderdash, and thus the reason why I am loathe to offer excuses for one too many absences in the register of those of us who should blog on a regular basis. So I won't make any excuses at all, because I once rea[...]


Today At the Pumpkin Hunt

Pumpkins and sunflowers on the roadside along the way...The most perfect twig fence surrounding the caretakers cottage at Rufford Old Hall...Autumn ...Beautiful, beautiful Autumn...  Mum spots a pumpkin called Sabrina.....And another called The Wicked Witch of the West... The Old Hall...And two little boys refusing to pose for the camera.[...]


Fairy Tales

Every evening after the gentle trauma of trying to teach Finley to read with the muddily business that is phonics, I bath him, dress him in flannel pyjamas, and we get snuggled up in his dimly lit cosy bedroom to begin all over again the process of reminding him why books are fun. At the moment we are reading a mammoth sized book of traditional fairytales and oh heavens what an education[...]


Rough House Rosie

There is a bit of me loathe to tell this story mostly based on the premise that my dear Daddy suspects I get myself into these kind of scrapes merely to give myself something to write about here... If only that were true Daddy. If only that were true. But it isn't. The fact is that I am currently sporting a black eye, bruised head and hideously split lip because I spend far too much time[...]