Monthly Archives: May 2005

works Small and I spent a good 20 minutes looking at pictures, and he tried to say “Grapes” Now, why would he say that looking at a picture and not when I’m showing him the real object, or asking him … Continue reading →

No I said I wasn’t going to do this again. Gill will think I am copying her. Blog of the Day PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail-in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade … Continue reading →

Windshield Shade Solar Funnel Cooker Now this I *have* to try…

Her: We talked about it when they were here! Me: Who did? Her: we did, you and me and Alison and Chris…. Me: You mean you and Alison talked about it and Chris and I stood there nodding and trying … Continue reading →

Now that Small is two, he’s obviously started reading my blog. How else can you explain him coming out with two or three new words yesterday during his party (and therefore in front of witnesses!) *and* deciding to cooperate with … Continue reading →

I’ve got back into a bad habit of frittering the evening, night and into the wee small hours away, and last night didn’t get to bed much before 2. So I wasn’t particularly happy when Small started bouncing on my … Continue reading →

And more fictional curse words

A Dilbert  

In honour of our youngest child’s birthday on Sunday, we have decided to declared monday a public holiday.

Just sent off an email to Chesterfield Royal Infirmary complaining at being kept waiting for an hour and a quarter for an appointment to see a neurosurgeon. I told the receptionist I wasn’t prepared to wait any more and that … Continue reading →

for no apparent reason. I have just screamed at Small for pulling down yet another item that I had just picked up. He is at that can it be picked up and thrown stage, and so far today, has destroyed … Continue reading →

There, if that is not educational, I don’t know what is View the Milky Way at 10 million light years from the Earth. Then move through space towards the Earth in successive orders of magnitude until you reach a tall … Continue reading →

well, not quite actually. The tent is clean, dry and put away. The groundsheet is clean, dry and put away. The most recent washing is wet, in the basket and waiting to go out on the line – would it … Continue reading →

Just this once The Daily Oliver

It rained again. The tent is *still* up in the garden, and after a horrendous night with Small (and also Big in bed with us briefly, or so I’m told) I really wasn’t chuffed to have an agency ring at … Continue reading →

So far tonight I have ranted on feminist parents and ukparents, written to Vango complaining about my tent leaking, and informed Get Training (suppliers of my online training course for java) that I want my money back. I enjoyed that. … Continue reading →

-1, -2, -3, -4, -5, -6! Guess that Exeter lesson stuck then Reading is coming along – she read words not in a book (on the side of a baby monitor to be precise ) the other day. Music appreciation … Continue reading →