I live in the East Midlands, a little North of Nottingham. I am aware that to many of you, that will put me firmly in The North. But I grew up in the North East, a little South of Newcastle, in a place that regarded North Yorkshire as[…]

Here’s a question for you – what do you do when you have a child with long hair who doesn’t like it touched? Genuine question. PK has long, curly hair and he hates it being touched, let alone combed. We tried the Tangle Teaser thing. Still screams like[…]

Last week, I mentioned on Facebook that I saw considering wearing a nose ring again. I wondered if I was too old for it now. I got my nose pierced in my first year at uni, but wore various studs until my 21st birthday, when I changed it[…]

This was the question this evening from the back  of the car, courtesy of not-quite-six-year-old Plum. Not really a question I was expecting, or equipped to answer whilst navigating a busy four-way junction at rush hour. After a moment’s thought and having safely cleared the traffic, we discussed[…]

Home education. Ask almost anyone involved in it and they’ll tell you that it’s a complete misnomer. The legal term for it is “education otherwise than at school” which doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. But home education suggests that the children spend all their time at home.[…]

There’s something very satisfying about making Yorkshire Pudding with eggs from your own hens. Yorkshire Pudding, or Orkshire Pie as PK insists on calling it, is a staple of roast dinners in this family. With plenty of roots planted firmly in Yorkshire thanks to my Mum’s side of[…]