Had my parents round today. At one point, Junior Reader took Granny Ro off to the post office to post some letters and came back…with a log. Now I’ve already posted about the many and various items that kids pick up and bring home. But I wasn’t particularly expecting a log. On the way back …
Category archives: Writing
5 October: the perfect dinner party
I am on the phone to the imaginary agent of Stephen Fry. The agent is sorry, but the imaginary Stephen is booked solid for several months. As a popular person to invite to imaginary perfect dinner parties, I need to understand it is hard for him to make time to come. I try the imaginary …
C is for clay
There are found items – and then there are ones you find again. Which feel pretty much as good, as it turns out. There is an obvious mismatch between what kids want weekends to be about, and what parents want weekends to be about. Parents’ thoughts tend to drift towards savoured cups of coffee, reading, …
4 Oct: I need…
I need…to take a deep breath. Because the minute I say I need, it feels like there is a rush of stuff that clamours for my attention. The things the world says I need. (Some of which I might quite fancy at points.) But it feels like it’s things, things and more things. I sit …
M is for Mr Men
Returning from a very happy playdate this afternoon, I come in and remove my shoes. There is something extra on the bottom of my sock – I can feel it as I move through the house. On closer inspection, it’s a Mr Men sticker. And I smile, because being a parent is often about the …