Hello blog, how are you? Today is Monday. Tell me why I don’t like Mondays? Ok, I will: 1. The Face’s alarm didn’t go off (even though someone NAGGED him about making sure his itouch was charged and not on 18th December 2027 at 17.45 as its date and time).  So…..my alarm went off (as…

Dear blog, I’ve missed you. It has been three days since my last confession……. The (last part of the) week that was: The husband returns with a bottle of champagne, roses, a mini boom box, a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eye and a gift from THAT shop in Paris.  We open…

As I burn the dinner: Child number 3 (the Professor) is skateboarding. The Face (child number 2) is supervising and tutoring the Professor. Fatty (child number 5) is the audience in it’s entirety. So that I can type this piece, I am allowing him free access to some dried apricots. What a nappy filled day…

Dear diary? Dear reader? God? Dear me? I’ll stick with that. The night unravelled around 10.20 p.m.  The Prodigal (recently returned after a years absence from the family home due to unpopular behavior) had been doing more than sniffing the wine cork………AGAIN. -‘Why are you accusing me of being drunk? I can walk straight, can’t…