Silent Sunday
12/05/2013 By 13 Comments
I named my daughter after a potato
24/04/2013 By 10 Comments
It wasn’t intentional. And no, she wasn’t conceived at the allotment. But a couple of weeks after giving birth, I discovered my daughter shared her name with a humble spud. Well, more of a speciality potato to be precise. Unfortunately, so too did Mick on the next plot. ‘Are you going to stick her in the ground … [Read more...]
Pants
06/11/2012 By 8 Comments
A recent conversation with my two year old daughter. D: my pants are called Nicola. Me: sorry? D: (who hates it when I don’t understand exactly what she is talking about.) My pants are called NICOLA! Me: No darling, Ben’s mum is called Nicola. D: (now infuriated at my slovenly grasp of the English language) … [Read more...]
scary cookies
25/10/2012 By Leave a Comment
When it comes to baking, I'm no Delia or Nigella, but I like to have a go. Trouble is, so do J and D. And once they get their mits in the mixing bowl, you can kiss goodbye to the recipe book - and anything vaguley presentable. So when Wilkinson kindly sent us some spooktacular Halloween goodies, I knew I wouldn't even … [Read more...]
