Here’s a tiny bit of book. My book. Yikes. Good grief, the last time I blogged was three months ago and I was ordering cheese for H’s...

4 Simple Costumes! Zombie: don’t sleep through the night for seven years. You’re good to go. Cold Sore Monster: stress out like a maniac...

Seven year olds can make their own fairy bread. That’s dinner for the rest of the year sorted. I’m a long way through the writing of this...

Here’s my awful ugly new desk chair, rehearsing its look for next Book Week, when it plans to go as Doris the Desk Chair Fairy We’ve had...

Curious George is a movie that can penetrate even the most noise-cancelling of headphones. Writing a novel in the same room as a...

Just before dawn yesterday I had one of those very special nightmares where you wake, unable to breathe from the horror, saying to...

It turns out this writing a book lark is harder than it looks and, like so many things in life, not made easier by having two small...

I, sadly not a celestial being, had to remain here on the earth that quaked every day for eight or nine hours as the diggers ripped...

But I’m confused, because although I think that’s what I said, what he seems to have heard is, ‘I am a Lego Detective. I can find any...

My children have picked up on that and helpfully compensated to bring my overall happiness down to neutral. Both of them are still...

That, of course, is when then the gods strike you down. That is when you all come down with a virus and the teacher sends home a bunch of...

In the past I have been very bad at giving Valentine’s Day gifts to H, which is a great shame because he is far more romantic than I am...

Proper homemade gingerbread house that I had absolutely nothing to do with. Grandmothers are where it’s at. Good New Year to you, dear...

I don’t quite know what it is about December that makes me so down in the dumps every year, except oh yes, maybe I do. Maybe it’s the way...

Someone’s kid has an extendable arm that only comes out when there’s a chocolate fountain. Handy. May Blossom turned six on the weekend...

This useless slack-jawed snake will not do its job. I swear to Odin, the first thing I am going to do when I get to Scandinavia is go...

And well might you ask, Talking Heads, well might you ask. Is a psycho killer a killer of psychos, or a psycho who kills? It’s a crucial...

We are disgraceful: this was one of only two photos we have of anyone in this family doing anything even vaguely athletic, while also not...

Garnet searching for his socks. We’ve been on a holiday. A driving holiday, and while I’ll try to write about that soon, and tell you all...

Sample bookshelf from my parents’ attic: Just one of the many collections of books that tells you probably more than you need to know...