Friday 25 November 2011
Pants!
Monday 24 October 2011
Tracey Emin Soap Star
Saturday 22 October 2011
Funky Letters for Kidsrooms
Thursday 20 October 2011
Monday 10 October 2011
Cushion the blow.
Sunday 9 October 2011
Doormats and School Admissions
Friday 23 September 2011
My London cake tins
Thursday 15 September 2011
First school hell.
The GR is fuming – again and has sent me to bed with Erbie – it’s 8.30pm.
He is nearly always cross with me these days. We no longer sleep in the same bed or make any attempt to. He makes a bed from the sofa cushions upstairs, I sleep in bed with Erbie downstairs. Erbie is 3. He’s must be feeling unloved and I’m just plain lonely. We can’t talk to one another nowadays without rubbing the wrong way. He goes off and phones his dad and they discuss stuff, I wonder if he is quietly sabotaging me. I’m probably paranoid.
I printed out a voucher for the cinema today along with the entrance tables for the local schools. I’m worried because even though we live on the doorstep of 3 very good primary schools all of them are oversubscribed, the one we would like Erbie to go to had 550 applicants for 60 places last year. The other 2 are equally oversubscribed. The last child to be accepted lived less than 0.2 miles from the school.
Apparently this is the first year the schools will be allocated from the local council’s central office and it all hangs on ones proximity to the school, befriending the head teacher won’t help but with all our local schools so oversubscribed I fear for Erbie’s future education. The GR is from this area and his experience of school from primary through to finish was appalling. Let Erbie be lucky.
I mentioned it to The GR and managed to send him into a spiral of self-loathing, which got directed at me. “I deliberately tell him bad stuff without any solution. I always pick the wrong time to tell him things, I never say thank-you, I always make him lose his temper in front of Erbie, what more do I want from him…” culmunating with him telling me to start looking for somewhere else to live.
Friday 26 August 2011
Things to do - London Motor Museum
Sunday 17 July 2011
One Year
Saturday 11 June 2011
Playdoh Recipe
Wednesday 8 June 2011
Thomas the Tank Engine First Day Covers
Tuesday 7 June 2011
A boost...
need a lift?
When Junior needs a little boost at the table, just reach for the Yellow Pages.
Our version is made from light-weight, soft, durable, washable, form-fitting foam.
Kids from age 3 will happily rise to the occasion.
©2006 FRED
Friday 27 May 2011
Monday 21 March 2011
Miss out of fashion
Saturday 12 March 2011
Window boxes
It is nice to have a little bit of Spring in the window boxes. The Grandad gave me a large box of pot luck bulbs, mainly crocus and they all came up - I could harvest my own saffron!
Other nonsense
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We have been offered a mortgage! We are taking the weekend to consider which one to go for so I am spending my time reading up on the pros a...
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I’m sad, and I’ve broken Erbie. I have been rushing around like idiot, trying to fit in one last this and one last that before leavi...
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We have a meeting with a broker tomorrow as we now hold the all important letter of employment, that means we are now contenders for a mor...
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Erbie has started putting two words together - mainly ‘go-on bus’ and ‘go-on choo choo’. He is slightly bus obsessed. The one I got him from...
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No little boy should be without his own clown fish Converse, as seen today in ‘Office’ £24.99. No discerning mummy should be without a spott...
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Belle Mere has finally relinquished and agreed to allow us to buy our flat. The flat she bought ‘for The GR’ for £65,000, we can have for ...
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I think it all depends on the person. Some girls can’t wait to start their own family, have already got grandchildren by the time they ar...