A Series of Firsts

Well I am at it again, having been tagged by lovely newer bloggers My Rusty Halos and Mad Dog Woman of Shackleford to write up my series of firsts, or my first time at various set episodes in my life. I’m not really one for responding to tags, as I mentioned in...

Wot So Funee? 5: When I Grow Up

A very simple Wot So Funee? post from us this week as it is half-term and we have been running Mummy ragged all week playing games, taking trips, putting on fashion-shows: y’know, the kind of thing that needs a lot of tidying up afterwards. Consecutively she has...

Eloquence

I like to think that I speak rather well. From the moment of my first utterance Daddy has been priming me with the most elaborate and un-childlike words he can think of. Usually when he has nothing much else to do, such as when supervising the bath. Hence my ability...

I need to get out more.

By GG, aged 6 I am quite a busy girl. Aside from the fact that Mummy commandeers an unreasonable amount of my leisure time for such activities as clearing the table, putting my shoes away, brushing my teeth, and going to the toilet before we leave the house, I also...