“Who are important people?” Freya asked the other day. It was ridiculously hot and we were sat on deckchairs on our balcony, trying to cool down. As her question was a bit out of the blue I thought for a few seconds and then said: “The prime minister, doctors and nurses, suffragettes...erm....” “What about Barry Scott?” … Continue reading Turning Five, Finally.
Sleep is hard enough to come by in our house, at least for any extended period of time, without outside interference - I'm looking at you, tooth fairy. "I'm staying up all night tonight," Freya said matter of factly. "That's not happening," I snapped, almost before she had finished speaking - because I have no doubt, thanks … Continue reading Thanks A Bunch, Tooth Fairy (And As For You Peppa Pig…)
Talk about holding a grudge. I mentioned to my brother that our mum had bought Freya a Care Bears DVD (the original series) for Easter and he instantly transformed into a sullen teenager: "I still can't believe I had to go and see that stupid movie with you," he grouched. Dude. It was 31 years ago. LET … Continue reading You know you want to be a Care Bear (unless you’re a 13-year-old boy, maybe).