I know I have moaned about sleep quite a lot in the last five years. That’s something of an understatement, isn’t it? Sleep has been something of an issue since early in pregnancy, and actually, before that too. I can remember having difficulty sleeping as far back as university, and problems just getting to sleep even at Bernard’s age.
Dream Home
I have a recurring dream, or at least a recurring theme. There are elements that recur, in different settings, but there is always at least one house and at least one staircase.
The stairs are often frustratingly Escher-like, Continue reading
Separate Streams
It’s a very, very long time since I’ve been near a chatroom. At the beginning, I had a new identity every day. It was so much fun being someone else, and harmless too, because all I was doing was, literally, chatting. I never expected to form any relationships. I didn’t grasp the potential of this internet thing at all.
It’s been over ten years now, and this internet thing completely changed my life, as those few remaining Rise readers who remember this place in 2003 will know. Continue reading
The trouble with parenting manuals
The trouble with parenting manuals is that the idea of a set of instructions for a human being is just preposterous; no human beings fit neatly into a predictable description formulated by someone who has never met them. Our children are individuals, and we want them to be so; yet if there is a book telling us how best to manage some aspect of their behaviour, we will desperately want them to conform.
Contents Page
The contents of my bag, following a camping holiday:
Top row: Conrad’s socks, wipes [for ice-cream], tissues, leaflets from various attractions, wallet stuffed with receipts, half-knitted socks, spare cloth shopping bag, knitting pattern.
Middle row: Sticky organic sun cream, bookmark, paper napkin, shells and a stone, sore throat lozenges, anadin, party invitation, colouring picture and some crayons, keys.
Bottom row: Pencil case containing useful things such as moleskine notebook, pens, my ID badge, and usually my phone; receipts and train tickets; sweeties, two packets of sugar and two sachets of brown sauce; Bernard’s purse, green sparkly thing from the top of an ice cream, my phone, two sunhats.

