This mini break has been a comedy of forgetfulness, as usual with any journey that has me in it. All the more so, given that for the first time in 20 years I’m travelling abroad without Mr Suburbanite as the responsible adult. I’m sure one day there will be a name for the disconnect in my brain that causes me to leave something crucial behind every time I leave the house… in the meantime I am diagnosis-free, and as my mother has the exact same symptoms and still managed to found and run an international charity I’m not going to worry about it too much.
Yesterday afternoon saw our first play street of the school year. It started off like any other play sessions. We had some lovely sunshine …
… and a facepainter provided an extra subversive element, by churning out a steady supply of pirates. Continue reading
I couldn’t help noticing while lugging my shopping home the other day that the man who lives opposite was sitting on the roof of his house. Continue reading
Just over two weeks ago I saw a policeman talking to a resident I know well on the street, and all that went through my head was: How can I wind him up next time I see him?
Unfortunately, the nature of eventful, blogworthy weeks is that you don’t get time to blog them. So after the busy revolutionary week I was looking forward to Continue reading
It’s all happening. This week sees subversion springing up in every direction… Continue reading
Last Sunday we had what has become an annual event on our street – a spot of carol singing followed by more than a spot of mulled wine. (Okay, I made 12 litres. Oops.)
A neighbour suggested it three years ago. I was enchanted by the idea of what she called ‘bellowing in the street’, and realised that I have only once seen a group of carol singers out on the streets in the local suburbia (and that was up in the next postcode where they are all quite posh white and English). Three years later, I can’t seem to stop organising it.
Our borough’s successful Mini Holland bid – £30 million from the Mayor to turn an outer London borough into a paradise for cycling (or at least ‘somewhere you can cycle’) – is starting to take effect. What I really mean is that we’ve had another public meeting. Continue reading
Yesterday some neighbours’ kids came round on their own to play with mine, as is becoming the norm. When I told them that my children had exceeded their screen time and therefore they’d have to find something to do without a screen on it, they choose to conga round the sitting room. Continue reading
Something is not quite right when you’re on holiday and you find pavements more interesting than the scenery. Continue reading