Are you living in the same place as in 2004/05? Yes, but that wasn’t the plan. When D and I moved to this Montreal suburb in 2000, it was on the understanding that after a year, D would open his company’s … Continue reading
This morning, twitter tells me two things: It’s a crappy time to be a pregnant princess. The government intends to ban internet porn. Now, had I been The Government and wanted to bury some news, this would be the day … Continue reading
It’s 1976 and some of us aren’t even born yet. Dr Pockless and I are eating 6p portions of chips on the promenade at Filey, with our feet cooling in the boating pond and no idea where our parents are. … Continue reading
We’re in the middle of a heatwave. It’s the last day of term. These are the kind of summer holidays Bernard will remember. Drinks today will be long and cool, accompanied by rock pools to cool your feet in. Look … Continue reading
Bernard is imminently going to stop being an Infant and start being a Junior. This feels like a huge step, and uniform-buying has commenced. I have even sourced the correct triangular pencils (but only one of them, supplemented by cheap … Continue reading
Are you living in the same place as in 2004/05? Yes. We bought a nice Victorian end-terraced house in West Bridgford in January 2003 and we’re still there. I’m in more-or-less exactly the same job too, certainly in the same … Continue reading
It’s the last week of term. Bernard is showing all the symptoms of a small boy who is ready for a holiday, and this is going to be a good one. Plans include a daytrip to London to see St … Continue reading
If yesterday was the hottest day of the year, we were in the right place for it: the shadiest corner of a shady woodland campsite in Wiltshire.