Yesterday Raff had his nursery summer concert. They did She’ll be Coming Round the Mountain, The Owl and the Pussycat, Walking on Sunshine and something in French. It was heaven and all the kids were adorable. Though not as adorable as Raff, obvs. And herein lies a Very Worrying Realisation: I’m basically a Stage School … More Stage-School-Mum-at-Nursery-Concert Shocker
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During the Black Plague, there was a village in the north of England that made the decision not to try to escape the disease when villagers became infected. In doing so they would create a kind of barrier, and stop the disease spreading further, thereby saving many lives. That was us on Friday. The boys … More The Black Plague of Father’s Days
On Sunday morning the children played outside, so I took a few minutes to read one of Raff’s online nursery reports in the kitchen. It talked about how he said his favourite thing about half term was me cleaning the airing cupboard, that he’d been lovely to his best friend, shared with the other children … More Delighting in your Children? Don’t.