Friends! Feed Readers! Casual Google Searchers! Lend me your eyes! I come not to…. Okay, I’ll stop appropriating Shakespeare for my own cheap purposes to say welcome! to my new-looking Miscmum site. What do you think? After having the other one for almost three years, and it served me very well, I’ve felt like a…
No matter how tight the straps water cracks the seal of your goggles and creeps across your vision you keep on swimming but it is annoying and soon you cannot ignore the intrusion My head’s not in a great place at the moment. I’ve written about four posts – all still in draft stage –…
Riley: Mum, you are the bestest, wonderfulest, mum in the wholest wildest world! *** {Lying in bed, having a cuddle with Keira} Me, stroking her face: You’re pretty. Keira, stroking mine: You’re furry. Me: No, I said pretty, not furry. Keira: I know what you said, but you’re furry. Me: ….? Keira, pointing: Here, here, and…
…by hanging up silhouettes of the kids around the house instead. Can you guess who this is?
The other day I tweeted: The children have rigged up some sort of contraption which they fire at me when I walk down the hallway. I have my very own charge of the light brigade every time I want to use the toilet. And just to prove I wasn’t exaggerating (Yes! For Lord knows…
Our local library closed on Sunday for two months of extensions and refurbishment. As anyone who knows me down there – or here, too, don’t you? – this closure will leave a bit of a hole in my life. Visiting the library is an essential part of my weekly routine. Until August, I shall have to visit one…
I started violin lessons several months ago. I had been forewarned about its challenges. Unlike the guitar, which has at least the visual aids of the frets where you place your fingers, with violin the notes are determined by placement alone. A fraction of a millimetre too short, you’re flat; too far, and you’re sharp….
Yes, this is the weekend. Yes, I know I don’t normally post on the weekend. Why didn’t I post yesterday? Because I didn’t feel like it! What’s up with the questions, brain? Go read the paper. Put yourself to use. Actually, I did write something yesterday, but decided not to let it go public. I’ll…
I lost a box of cereal this morning. I KNOW. Ridiculous? Yes. Possible? Quite. I even got to the point where I rang Adam on the train in the hope that he’d stuffed it in his laptop bag to take to work just to screw with me. “You think I what?” was his answer, barely raising…
