This Sunday morning I found myself, as one often does, cradling a bottle of pig sperm. About this time last year our (then) five year old son, Bear, received his accidental sex education as the pigs started shagging in front of him. Well, since then we’ve got rid of the daddy boar and Andrew is … More Sex Education Revisited
Our night away did not begin well. Before boarding our train to London we popped into a delicatessen to get lunch. Being the ginormous greedy pig I am, I gobbled a piece of taster bread without first reading what was on it. I don’t know how many times you’ve put something unexpected in your mouth, … More This Year’s Dirty Weekend
Last night Hackney Colliery Band came to play at school. They were unbelievably good. Like life affirming-ly brilliant. They are a ten piece brass band that do their own tunes as well as other peoples’. Nope, I didn’t know you could make the trumpet do The Prodigy either. There were about 250 people in the … More Why Children Dance But Adults Don’t
We have had a busy week. On Monday we hosted a pumpkin carving for about 60 people (I’d expected 20). At the weekend a group of my bestest, oldest friends and their kids came to stay. Utter heaven, and of course, with five women, eleven kids and two dogs, pretty much constant chaos. So after … More Nope, there really is no rest for the wicked.
In the last few weeks Raff has cut his hair three times with the kitchen scissors (we finally decided to put them out of reach. Never let it be said we make snap decisions). He’s taken most of the skin off the middle of his face from falling off his bike whilst at a standstill. … More You’re a Hero. Fact.
The sad thing about being as excellent at parenting as we are, is that things can get a little dull. When you reach the level that we’re at, previously interesting child rearing tasks can become a teensy bit predictable. Take potty training for example. Raffy is our second child so obviously we are totally on top of … More Boy Poo/Puppy Poo
Often I do things that I am afterwards baffled by and this week was no exception. I popped into Tesco’s for salad and came out with a raspberry bikini that had been reduced to a tenner in the sales. The main reason that this particular incident baffled me is that six months ago I had … More The Workhorse In The Ten Quid Bikini