So, the Cutester is now 9.
I know from previous experience, in the form of her older sister, that there is a vast gulf between 8 and 9. The truth was forced on me when I took the Redster to H&M Kids just after she’d turned 9 herself, and we found the shop divided into 0-8s … and 9-14s. I had to walk past all the Hello Kitty nighties and stripy tights and buy my little girl clothes from the teenage section. I was traumatised.
This is the baby who was found, with his umbilical cord still attached, in the manger of a church nativity scene in New York City. Continue reading
Half term adventure in Wales: visiting Llancaiach Fawr – and even learning to pronounce it. (Say Clan, say Kayak, make Welsh phlegmy noise at back of throat, say Vow, make Welsh r-rolling noise with tongue, finish.)
This is one of those historical houses staffed with actual people from the 1600s, wearing doublet and hose and saying things like aye and nay and fare thee well. I love this sort of thing. (It may not be as trendy as immersive theatre but at £22 for a family ticket it’s a darn sight cheaper.) It was, we were told, the year 1645, the Civil War was raging and Colonel Prichard, the Puritan master of the house, was about to try a woman for witchcraft above stairs, if we would care to attend? Continue reading
There was a public meeting this week about the Enfield Mini Holland plans, and days later, I’m just starting to work out what was actually being said… Continue reading
No, but seriously?
There is a battle going on around here about the adoption of the Mini Holland proposals (aka a generous pot of money from the Mayor of London to increase cycling in outer London boroughs). Continue reading
Back in June the Redster and I went on our own exclusive Mummy-and-Redster weekend away.
Home for the weekend
So far this week, it feels as if I have mainly been putting my children into large vehicles and waving them goodbye. Continue reading
I got the lowdown on the Cutester’s day at school today, coming home on the back seat of the W6. Continue reading
We don’t usually frequent castles, though I do keep hoping to find a deal on the back of a Fruit ‘N’ Fibre packet that will make a family visit to the Tower of London affordable…This Christmas, however, we got lucky.
Our Christmas accommodation (was a small cottage in the grounds of this castle)
The Redster on one of those careless summer days before the 11 plus
The Redster has started Year 6 – that’s the last year of primary school, in case you’ve lost touch – so it’s the season to include the subject of secondary schools in 95% of all conversations. I’m already bored by it, but a certain number of minutes into any conversation I find myself reciting the list of possible schools yet again. Continue reading