Silent Sunday 25.11.12
Nov25

Silent Sunday 25.11.12

 

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Dear Father Christmas
Nov24

Dear Father Christmas

My kids have written to Father Christmas and I just had to share their letters here. For their cuteness, for how funny they are and for how well they seem to reflect their personalities… I’ll work from top-down. My eldest is 11 and at secondary school, so I think it’s fairly safe to say he doesn’t ‘believe’, although I admit that, perhaps foolishly, we haven’t had ‘the discussion’....

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Little things
Nov23

Little things

With one boy away, it’s the little things I notice. The subtle shifts in the dynamics of our household that remind me we’re a man down. It started the night before he went. Every day, almost as soon as he gets in from school, he takes his socks off and dumps them exactly where he stands. Throughout the course of the afternoon and evening I repeatedly ask him to pick the socks up. Until I eventually I admit defeat just...

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Residential trip
Nov22

Residential trip

My younger boy, my gorgeous 9 year old, is away on a residential trip. It’s two nights or three whole school days, so he will be back before I know it. It’s the longest we’ve ever been without him. He had a 24 hour Beavers sleepover last summer and a night away on Cub camp (about 30 hours) earlier this year. I admit I found that hard and counted every single hour until he got back from that one (the evidence is there...

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Goat getting
Nov22

Goat getting

I’ve been asked by that lovely Sonya Cisco to write about some things that wind me up, annoy me, get on my goat. We’re not talking atrocities by one nation against another here or even the state of the economy. We’re talking about the small stuff. The pet hates. So here are some things that really get my goat. Wrappers in pockets. Which end up in the washing machine. Penguins, Mars bars, Haribo, Crunchie, chocolate...

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