“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).
Reading a story at the end of last year by an academic defending her regional accent, which she had been advised to "change" or at least "tone down" if she wanted to progress, made me cross and sad. I love hearing different accents - especially as my own is so nondescript. Unless I am tired or … Continue reading Why I would like my daughter to have an accent.