Place of safety
The weather forecast was poor this morning, but the Boy Wonder wanted to feed some ducks, so we rushed him into Stratford as soon as we could persuade him out of pyjamas and into clothes. In an ideal world he … Continued
Three generations
Starting at 5.45am with the piping alarm call, “Granma! GRANMA!”, the Boy Wonder and his maternal oldies had a busy and fun-filled morning: breakfast, car ride with singing, Stratford playground, feeding of swans and geese on the Avon (no ducks … Continued
Pooh sticks
By the time I emerged from the shower this morning, R and B were already out in the garden, collecting fallen twigs to take to the bridge and throw into the stream. They came back with a sizeable collection in … Continued
Deer wi’ hawnsh on head
I’m going to gloss over the horrors of Friday night, I think. Suffice it to say that it didn’t go well. Nevertheless, the Boy (who, to be fair, managed around nine hours of sleep – albeit in chunks – which … Continued
More ‘tick!
“Would you like to go to the playground in the park?” enquired R. “Yes,” said B. “Mmmmm,” I said warningly. “It’ll be crazy on a Sunday.” “Probably not, at this time,” said R – at which point I realised that … Continued