We have a framed quotation in our kitchen, hidden amongst the past projects, unidentifiable clay models and paintbrushes. We even made and decorated it ourselves, for good measure. I love it and almost certainly ascribe to the message. Lately, however, I have also found myself thinking that, whilst every child is an artist, some are…
Tag: humour
“Very Nice Shoes”
Short and sweet one over here- much like me, according to the lamp post I sat next to at dinner yesterday. “You can’t possibly have eaten enough,” he says, passing the tray of fancy food over my plate again. “You’re about the size of a hamster!” Of course, when he eventually stood up and made…
Diary of ANOTHER Lockdown #5
Saturday Today is a very happy birthday to me! After a lovely long lie in, (sleeping off last night’s “raucous” Zoom party), I am invited downstairs for American pancakes and a treasure hunt; finding gifts which include a baseball cap, Greedy Granny and a year’s subscription to the National Theatre at Home. Hippy happy Mummy!…
A Quarantime Story
Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a big, giant, ginormous egg on her head. She trumped! And the egg rolled off- Egg! – and rolled down the hill and all the way into town, where it landed at the feet of… The Vicar! The Vicar looked down, picked up the…
The Beaster Holidays
It’s been a while since I had a bit of a Facebook scroll, to tell you the truth. I deleted the app a while back in an attempt to go to bed three hours earlier and with a clearer head, but seem to have an innate desire to torture myself with other people’s selfies on…
And For Today’s Lesson…
A wee bit of wisdom for your weekend.
Laugh. Cry. Write.
Over this past year, my WordPress account has gathered an awful lot of dusty posts. Stories, musings, and miscellaneous happenings that I deemed relatively noteworthy, but just never found the time note. More recently, these sad and forgotten pages have been replaced by mere titles, and lately even photographs… Snapshots of marked moments that will hopefully, one…
The Verdict…
So the votes are counted… I didn’t win. Most of you traitors sided with him! So off he’s gone, with a trumpety trump; Carrying not one, but two shirts in his trunk. The red one is packed, The tea towel still contends; But he’s ditched the safe black And taken… navy instead?! (Probably to make…
Not Like This…
In my previous post, (now removed after three people spoke to me and I felt Blogger’s Shame!)… I asked how on earth do we get to know the neighbours in a place like Pleasantville?! Well… Picking some toys up in the garden today, I looked up and noticed this glorious unpacking malfunction! Boris. My extremely life-like Baby…
Temporary Perks
As a disclaimer: this post will be pure, graphic, toilet humour. If you don’t like that- or are one of those people who purport that girls only poo rose petals and kitten fur; I suggest you stop reading now.
Curacy Bites
“I can’t believe we’re going to meet our new churches today. It’s weird isn’t it? Like I’m nervous, but it’s already sorted, so… I dunno…” “Yeah. Is this lipstick too much?” “No, it’s hot. It’s just that first impressions make me nervous you know?” “Hot? Like too hot for a Vicar’s wife?” “I thought you…
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