THE SCENE I am nursing Eliza back to sleep, it’s past bedtime, and Anne has come in. She had a nap in the afternoon so isn’t tired. ANNE: Mummy, can I have one circle crispie (I had been having a snack before Eliza stirred and put a bag of crisps on the table)? ME: (Whispering) … Continue reading I didn’t get cross, she fake cried anyway
Parents were the invited into school today to help the kids make an ugly bug costume for an ugly bug ball tomorrow. Anne wanted to be a ladybird. Her ladybird also required a mask — a strip of paper with eye holes poked out. So her costume is a ladybird dressed as a ninja turtle.
… in this instance, I was headed to the shop after dinner. It had been a really rainy day. When snails go somewhere, then realise they’ve gone in the wrong direction and have to turn back, is that literally the worst thing that could happen to them? (Apart from being stepped on.)
Is it impossible to be truly vegetarian / vegan? The paragraph about sentience in plants reminds me of that Roald Dahl short story (The Sound Machine). Also, Sausage Party.
I have never neglected my weblog for this long. Ever. My only excuse — and family and friends know this — is that Eliza’s been struggling with eczema for a number of months, and her misery (therefore my lack of sleep) has contributed to my not posting a thing here. Although I’ve definitely missed it. … Continue reading The post about living with and managing atopic dermatitis, aka eczema
You know your love for your children is unconditional when you switch to drinking coconut milk (instead of cow’s) to take a possible trigger food out of your baby’s diet — and you despise coconut. (Having looked into the other plant-based alternatives, the plan is to alternate between that and homemade almond milk.) Edited to … Continue reading Pulling it together
With increasing frequency, I wish for the days when my having a website was a quirky thing that would never last, and the Internet was a mere curiosity that only nerds were into. Back then, I could say exactly whatever the fuck I wanted and anyone likely to be offended wouldn’t have been likely to … Continue reading There’s no point arguing with a zealot
The idea of making gun ownership like driver’s licence ownership — i.e. just as boring and tedious — is a brilliant one.
The fact that people need to be warned not to take selfies when in horrifically bad weather tells me we have a lot of idiots out there. And we could probably do with less.
I go out to eat so I don’t have to cook. If going out meant having to cook my own dinner, I might as well stay home and do all my attractive food-prep-teeth-gritting there.