The big, cold church
Dec21

The big, cold church

Our school doesn’t do a nativity or play in the Juniors, they do a concert. And because there isn’t enought room in the school hall, they do it in a big, cold church. The church is about three miles from school and getting the kids there is a bit of a logistical nightmare. Not that I’m ever involved. It always happens on a work day, so my mum and dad are left to work out how to get the kids there and back and how to...

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The Dinosaur’s Packed Lunch by Jacqueline Wilson
Dec20

The Dinosaur’s Packed Lunch by Jacqueline Wilson

I’ve been waiting many years to read a Jacqueline Wilson, but they are ‘too girly’ for my boys. The Dinosaur’s Packed Lunch is a book for younger children and is my daughter’s very favourite book. It looks like a chapter book, but has coloured illustrations on every page. It is written in consultation with reading experts, so it is easy for children to read themselves. As in most Jacqueline Wilson books,...

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The joys of fussy eaters
Dec20

The joys of fussy eaters

‘Daddy, I don’t much like food from fields’ my daughter announced at the table. And what poisonous ‘food from fields’ were we trying to feed her? CORN ON THE COB. It’s the same as sweetcorn from a tin, which she will eat, but a bit nicer.To food from fields you can add food from trees, food from foreign countries and any food that is mixed up and includes sauce. The only food my kids really like is...

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What a performance
Dec19

What a performance

It seems like over the past couple of weeks all I’ve done is watch my kids perform. I’m sure we didn’t do that many performances in ‘my day’. It’s lucky that I really enjoy watching them.So we’ve had my eldest playing the violin in his secondary school concert, which was amazing. It’s incredible what kids of that age can achieve.Then my daughter danced at an old people’s home and...

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The Christmas before last
Dec18

The Christmas before last

The Christmas before last has gone down in family history and will always be remembered as the Christmas when my 4 year old daughter, at the end of her tether, yelled ‘It’s an idiot!’ The idiot in question was her new, much-wanted, pink scooter. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to rewind and give the tale some context. Two things happened in the run-up to that Christmas to provoke this unusual emotional...

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