That gets in the way of women novelists and artists – it’s the bloody ironing. There is satisfaction in raising a child – on the whole I rather like mine. Admittedly there have been moments when I could cheerfully have sought out the returns label, but those were fleeting (and the logistics in any caseContinue reading “It’s not the pram in the hall”
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Since Lachlan came home, and I am no longer on duty for the morning and evening dog walk, I have thrown myself into a welter of other activities. The ironing pile is much reduced, the chillis and sweet peppers are all repotted and *drumroll* I have even finished the dog walking waistcoat with useful pockets.Continue reading “In Clover”
Well, I can’t think my mum has ever sported anything quite so frilly. However, due to the lockdown her regular hairdresser’s appointment has been missed and I believe the sun hat is now clamped firmly on to disguise the errant locks…… Aquilegia season is here. Love them or hate them, they get everywhere at thisContinue reading “Granny’s Bonnets”
When in a grump..
Yesterday was a scratchy day for everyone. It was chilly so gardening didn’t sound fun (though the tulips are nice at the front). There was a stack of ironing to do and I had to set up an iPad for my mum. Actually the ironing wasn’t so bad – once I had reset the NapsterContinue reading “When in a grump..”