Strummer
The last small blonde boy who learned to love guitars at R’s knee is now a (30-year old, 6’4″) professional musician. Just sayin’. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to post this, could I? In the circumstances.
The last small blonde boy who learned to love guitars at R’s knee is now a (30-year old, 6’4″) professional musician. Just sayin’. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to post this, could I? In the circumstances.
They may be swans to you, but in the world of the Boy Wonder they’re ducks, and they say “A, a”. In fact, there were some ducks in the feeding mêlée, but the swans were pushier and more obvious. There … Continued
After nine and a quarter hours of almost unbroken sleep, Baby B sprang awake and leapt back into action, and R and I found ourselves on full-scale Boy Duty once again. Which would have been fine if either of us … Continued
… and the living is easy. The Boy Wonder has come to the Shire sans parents, to stay with his maternal oldies overnight. I engineered this trip on hearing that an evening’s babysitting was on offer, because I want to … Continued
Family weekend day two: a long hot one, spent mainly in the garden. We carried the kitchen table outside and put it under the gazebo, and had a kind of rolling buffet through the afternoon and evening. People came and … Continued
Family weekend day one: helping Grandma water the patio pots, and learning some interesting things about the way water behaves under pressure. The extra = the upshot. Word of the day: “Uh-oh!”
Poor Baby B was suffering with yet another nursery-spread infection today. If he hasn’t achieved immunity to every single rhinovirus on the planet by the time he’s five, it won’t be for lack of trying. But despite the fact that … Continued
Every now and then the Boy Wonder invents a new joke, and his pleasure in it is something special to see. If it’s received well by the grown-ups, he works it up and polishes it, to see if he can … Continued