My longest-standing ever-best mate of 21 years is visiting; Child is delighted and offered her MY story slot this evening. An accolade close to the Kindly-Call-Me-God level. As I did the finishing rituals of final bedtime he snuggled down and said sleepily: I am very happy [BF] is here... I am so happy [BF], Mummy, Daddy and Papie are in my house ( Read more... )

Gack. This house sounds like a TB ward as enacted by the Goons. I have mislaid the thyme linolol; I can't draw enough breath to sing without hacking like a cabhorse, or even enough to breath to breathe ( Read more... )

You Are a Prophet Soul


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"Having an imaginary companion appears to be an ongoing and changing process because a child doesn't necessarily play with the same imaginary companion throughout childhood. Carlson said some children reported having multiple and serial imaginary companions. The number of imaginary companions described by children ranged from one to 13 different ( Read more... )

Cheery fitters putting in new door and window. Carpet guy to come sort out carpet on Tuesday. Boigler alarm people on Tuesday too. New drill bits purchased for installation of various shelves, boxes, hanging things, and so on ad nauseam amen. Boxes to go to allotment ( Read more... )

allege that they will cough up for the entire claim even if the flooring estimate has expired and become higher ( Read more... )

A change from R4's contumely and strife.

and this:

be a dinosaur
and generally be a
human parent still

Two, no, three, weeks ago we made our decade as An Item.

Where does the time go?

Quainton houses the Bucks Railway Society's gaff, and yesterday we gave into Child's importuning - felicitously, as it happens, because it was not only a Steam Day but a Thomas Day with a Santa. So after a morning where DF ran Child (and herself) ragged, bouncing on the blow-up mattress, being teased mercilessly about mucus and not saying 'please' ( Read more... )