I am not very good at doing this every day, am I? Just assume on the days I'm not posting I'm wearing jeans and a stripy top. Or maybe yet another blue dress.

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Hello! I have been in Mallorca! I have not caught up on the internets, so please tell me if anything thrilling has happened in my absence ( Read more... )

We played at yet another festival at the weekend - Castlepalooza, which had many things to recommend it, not least being a half hour's drive from B's parents house. Babysitting and comfy bed to sleep in ahoy ( Read more... )

Is it my imagination, or is this basically suggesting that you pay twelve quid to hold your trousers up with a piece of rope, in manner of elderly Irish farmer at the mart (though, come to think of it, that might be baling twine ( Read more... )

Right, you should all rush out and buy the new Wire album. Because it is a thing of poptastic loveliness, and the end of the last track feels like light pouring out of your head. Or something.

Arlo just stood up from the ground, unsupported! Rather fantastically, he did so, as far as I can see, in order to dance to ultraruby's Best Of 2010 comp.

before falling on his bottom.

Apparently a house round the corner from us was struck by lightning last night.

Many thanks to shermarama, who posted a link to this roasted squash pasta recipe on The Community That Dare Not Speak Its Name. I made it this evening, and not only was it greatly enjoyed by the adult members of the household, I have also discovered that Arlo would quite possibly sell us into the white slave trade for butternut squash.

So, er, the thing I said yesterday about not pulling himself up on things...?