Monthly Archives: March 2009
Shouty Mama
Bernard likes to throw things. Even after I have told him not to. Twice.
Grammar lesson: plurals
We are having spaghetti bolognese for tea. It’s a particularly good one, and Bernard is stuffing it down his neck with haste and little tidiness. He is dropping quite a lot of it. Oh NO! A gettibolonay is on the … Continue reading
Je ne sais pas pourquoi
This is a companion piece to a similarly-themed article on Pete’s site which, all things being equal, should be published at roughly the same time. Dodgy indeed; I have chosen, this week, to assess the songs in terms of the … Continue reading
A few things that happen every morning
Most days, Bernard’s first words upon waking are Ont some milk. Some days they are hayo mama. Some days they are There’s Maisy! I always get really grumpy with him when it’s time to take him downstairs to Daddy, anytime … Continue reading
The Everlasting Monday – Sylvia Plath
Thou shalt have an everlasting Monday and stand in the moon. The moon’s man stands in his shell, Bent under a bundle Of sticks. The light falls chalk and cold Upon our bedspread. His teeth are chattering among the leprous … Continue reading