It is hard to believe that it was this Sunday morning a year ago when half our house fell off… Where does the time go? Oh, I remember – chasing the insurance company for money. The building contractor moans at me and so again I have to chase up payment that is now nearly two months late. I keep telling myself that it will be over soon – though I don’t think that the actual work has been signed off yet.
Category: Diary
After the “Pooh Hands” incident of a few days ago, Verity redeemed herself by dancing for her baby brother whilst singing the words “Herbie Man” to the tune of Teddy Bear’s Picnic and giving him one of her teddy bears…
It has been almost a year since the incident and still we find ourselves in the press. At the end of the week a big advertorial and advert appears as part of our drive to put the past behind us and encourage the Great British PublicTM to part with their cash.
I have seen the true nature of fear. Forget the maniac in the hockey mask or an unexpected visit from the tax inspector… No, true horror can be expressed in two words uttered with absolute glee by a child: “Poo hands!” Be afraid, be very afraid…
I know the headline sounds like a list of my sexual proclivities, but I saw this news item on the BBC website and it gave me an instant music-tech horn…
I love you Eigenharp and want you to be mine.
We took baby Herbie in with us as we got Verity out of bed this morning. She greeted her brother by blowing a kiss, which was completely unprompted. These are the riches of life…
There’s nothing quite like walking around naked at 3.30am rocking baby to sleep…