Camping Revisited : Part 2
It’s 2am. It’s cold. Thing 2 is stirring, threatening to poo. Did I mention it’s cold? However, here is a little of how our evening went in pictures. I should say at this point, it was bloody windy. It was… Read more ›
It’s 2am. It’s cold. Thing 2 is stirring, threatening to poo. Did I mention it’s cold? However, here is a little of how our evening went in pictures. I should say at this point, it was bloody windy. It was… Read more ›
Last year we said goodbye to Betty bongo, she needed work doing to her and was no longer suitable for our family, she’s gone to an equally loving home. Mr T and I have always camped together, we bought our… Read more ›
Over the last few weeks we have been looking at the possibility of moving to another area. In that time, I have plotted all the ofsted rated outstanding special schools suitable for children with severe complex needs, physical and mental,… Read more ›
Brave? Think so. In fact, I feel incredibly proud of us as we drive along the M4 towards Malmesbury, home of WOMAD. W isn’t best pleased and she’s almost certainly a bit hungry because she has less milk before getting… Read more ›
Chops came in to this snake on a mint and chive bed this morning. He’s got beads for eyes and scales down his back. I chose to make blue playdough (using a no-bake recipe) because our Audiology lady comes to… Read more ›
We were supposed to be travelling to the North East this week for a good friend’s wedding, the plan was to split the journey into three or more chunks of driving, staying overnight at my sister’s on the way up… Read more ›
I’ve always wanted chickens, I don’t remember not wanting chickens. Once Chops was born it became even more important, growing up with chickens would be an altogether different education that I wanted for him. Yesterday, we picked up our first… Read more ›
I write this as Chops is hunting the house for things to try and stick on the sticky stuff (contact paper stuck to the window with sellotape). “oh sticky stuff, oh sticky stuff, what will we stick to you next”… Read more ›
Today was brought to us by the letter D. D for den, d for duvet den, d for dinosaur t-shirt, snacking on dates and playing the drums! D is also for diggers! We made this sand pit using cornmeal, adding… Read more ›
What a minefield. All we want is to do what’s best for W and do it as soon as we can for maximum impact on her. She has a fab Paediatric Neuro Physio but there’s more out there to compliment… Read more ›