It is December the 21st and I am in a room full of strangers (well, almost full and I am with my friend, E, who is awesomeness personified). In this room (almost) full of strangers are a series of trestle tables upon which are laid out a couple of hundred cadavers. No, I am not in some weird CSI nightmare, unless it is an avian massacre episode. Yes, my friends, I am in a room (almost) full of dead birds. In fact I am at a turkey auction. Happy Christmas everyone! Continue reading “Tinsel, Turkeys and Traditions (or a Christmas Story)”
It’s Christmas and my daughter is heartbroken. She’s only 9 so it’s not a boy that’s causing the splintering of her generous, caring, beautiful heart. It’s the cat. He got run over. T is devastated.
Birthdays are funny things aren’t they? When you are young they are longed for beacons of pure joy, the one day of the year when you get all the attention and your siblings have to stand in line. The one day when, if you are really lucky, you get the Girls World Head or Arctic Action Man that you knew would instantly make your life complete. Continue reading “Eton Mess Cake”
I am continually amazed by the number of brilliant creatives who live in our neighbourhood. Artists, sculpture-ers, singers, seamstresses, writers, you name it we appear to have them. The best part of this is that they all appear to be willing to share their knowledge, especially with the younger members of our community. Continue reading “Arty Crafty”
On tour with Chew Valley Football Club and not only did the U8s win their tournament (yay for J and his buddies) but we even got the awesome Red Arrows Display Team adding to celebrations with a fly-by!
The following post is a guest post by J, he is 7 and he is my son. Enjoy…
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Half Term.
Two short words which, in the true spirit of four letter ones, evoke a diverse range of emotions… Continue reading “SS Half Term”
A child’s active creativity begins at a very early age. Practically from birth we encourage them to connect with the human beings who surround them. We convince ourselves that their poo face is actually an expression of delight. We marvel at how clever they are when they chew on the corner of the rug, or when they manage to pull themselves to standing.
Continue reading “Build ’em up. Knock ’em down. Brick Live!”
Last week featured Apple Day, a celebration of all things apple (just to clarify we are talking about the crunchy variety not the tech giant), so yesterday we decided to venture to Glastonbury and participate in the National Trust’s Apple Picking Event at the foot of Glastonbury Tor. It appears though that we were a little late for it as by the time we arrived the promised apple activities (apple pressing, apple art etc) were nowhere to be seen.
