“‘Scuse me pardon me, can I just pop myself here?” “This is all your fault Sinistra.” “Hmmm, well that’s you all over isn’t it Destra? Just because your name means Right, it doesn’t mean that you are right all the time. I said we had to be finished by the 31st, you were the… Continue reading Are we the last?
So… we had snow about a week ago and quite frankly it’s out-stayed its welcome. It’s scarred, lumpy and dis-coloured. The school field looks as if a messy chef has decided to give it a covering of half-melted chocolate ripple ice-cream. Humph. One lovely bonus to the glacial conditions is the chance to view… Continue reading Fluffy Rumps
There are many, many wonderful things about having children. Today for example, we have this weather: So we have school closures and the perfect excuse to hurtle down slopes on brightly coloured bits of plastic. However, what no-one tells you at ante-natal class is how breathtakingly blunt children can be. My eldest has become adept… Continue reading Warning! For Internal Use Only.
The problem being that I cannot decide if this print is ‘Hint of zebra’ or ‘Homage to Zorro’ therefore I have decreed it shall be named something in between. Which I have yet to decide. Of course it could also have feline nomenclature as Scoobs has been neatly demonstrating how her stripes would also be perfect… Continue reading Never have I been so conflicted
Zorro would have been a very different franchise. Cunning as a fox that one. You can see from my top how he tried to steal a kiss outside the Co-Op whilst simultaneously fighting off three dim banditos and throwing a carrot to his trusty zebra steed. You know how calories don’t count when you’re standing… Continue reading If Toronado had been a zebra…