Filth

The mud cannot be avoided. It has been raining on-off for weeks now and all our favourite walks currently require a full outfit change (and sometimes even a shower) upon our return home. One of the undeniably joyful things about being a parent is the fact that it is once more socially acceptable to jumpContinue reading “Filth”

My Mum Always Knows

As a child I was occasionally prone to lying. Little lies, like when I told my year 6 teacher that it wasn’t me who’d thrown their cycling proficiency leaflets in the bin. Full disclosure: it was. Come to think of it I also lied to my University tutor about why I missed my library induction.Continue reading “My Mum Always Knows”

The Menu

This poem was inspired by our son’s love of baking, cooking, tasting and creating some truly unique dishes! The Menu In my kitchen I can makeChocolate soup, Ice-cube pie,Spaghetti with banana. Sandwich milk,Carrot toastAnd dinner for a Llama. Yoghurt eggs,Avocado cake,Cereal with jelly.Bacon LemonadeAnd tea served in a welly. The specials arePasta, served with broccoli flavoured lollies.Continue reading “The Menu”

I Don’t Wear Those Pants

It never fails to surprise me – the number of excuses a three year old can make when they don’t want to do something. They are world class masters in the art of avoidance and distraction, not least when they are required to do something as simple as put on a pair of pants. ThisContinue reading “I Don’t Wear Those Pants”