One of the best things about being a campaigner is when someone notices your efforts – and gives you something nice and shiny with your name on it.
In a high-end car showroom somewhere in outer London, the glass door of the manager’s office swings open. Continue reading
For the last two years, since the Redster has been running her let’s-get-a-dog campaign, I’ve maintained that a dog is basically another child – and therefore, No Way. Continue reading
It’s been a miserable winter for our monthly play street sessions, with a couple cancelled due to the weather and another when the kids only lasted outdoors for an hour. We also wondered if, weather aside, playing out on our street might be ‘running out of steam’, as one neighbour put it. Those of us who had young kids when it started in earnest four years ago now have kids who have grown out of it, or are just about to. Continue reading
This flyer came through my door today. Continue reading
Before the glow subsides completely…
Mr Suburbanite captured this moment – me setting off with a group of about 30 adults and kids to the launch event for the A105 cycle lanes, on the best Mothering Sunday ever.
I’m relatively new to Twitter, and most of my tweets get (and deserve) very little attention. I’m happy if I get a handful of likes, and retweets are unexpected. But a couple of my recent tweets have gone out of control.
This one was retweeted over 240 times:
It’s the last day of the Cutester’s Christmas holidays (the Redster is off until Monday, for goodness’ sake) and Mr Suburbanite is back at work.
So what to do today?
What we’d all really like to do is go to the cinema and watch Paddington 2.
THAT FEELING when you get to have the conversation you’ve rehearsed in your head a dozen times 🙂
I was cycling on a narrow residential road and the usual thing happened. When I say usual, this takes place roughly every second or third time I cycle on this particular street, a rat run that’s part of my route home from school. A driver (in a white van, on this occasion) accelerated up behind me, and when I kept my course bang in the middle of the road, began honking his horn and shouting.
This month saw the fulfilment of a year’s worth of yearning, when I brought this beauty home.