Revenge is a Sneeze Muffin

Tuesday last week Tom made chocolate muffins at school. In my usual grand style of leaving everything until the last minute and not paying attention to details I managed to not notice that we didn't have self-raising flour until the morning he was due to make the muffins. School had given us two weeks' notice... Continue Reading →


Happy Mother’s Day

It's Mother's Day here in the UK. Now that Thomas has moved up from primary school he didn't make a card this year. I rather missed the glittery, tissue papery, coloured-outside-the-lines, half-illegible offering. Another sign of the passing away of his younger years. Ah, nostalgia. As he has not yet progressed to going out on... Continue Reading →

Whoops Apologies

Oh dear. I owe you all an apology: Webruary 2.0 didn't happen. I knew the target of posting daily was an ambitious one but I was psyched to try and I did achieve it in 2017 so I thought I stood a good chance of accomplishing it again. Unfortunately I didn't. A combination of personal issues... Continue Reading →

W2.8: Lego Therapy Study

Today we did the science. A research assistant came to our house to interview us for the "baseline" research. Tom proudly completed his questionnaire and then stayed to watch me complete my much longer and more detailed questionnaire. There was quite a lot of climbing on the sofa and restlessness as the parent questionnaire went... Continue Reading →

W2.7: Dirt Magnet

My son is a dirt magnet. Perhaps he has dyspraxia because he can't eat without covering himself in food or pour a drink without spilling it, or walk without finding a puddle of mud to splash onto his trousers and shoes, or run without slipping and falling into mud. When he brushes his teeth he... Continue Reading →

W2.6: Science, B*tch!

Thomas has been accepted into a two year study into the benefits of Lego® Therapy. He stands a fifty percent chance of receiving the therapy; the other fifty percent will be a control group that only fills out the questionnaires at the beginning of the process. He received a round of Lego Therapy last year in primary... Continue Reading →

W2.5: Friends and Enemies

Tom is friends with a boy who likes to tease him just a bit more than I am comfortable with. This boy is not a boy he went to primary school with and he hasn't grown up with Tom. He sees Tom and his quirky ways and I believe he thinks Tom is odd, instead... Continue Reading →

W2.4: Super Bowl

No post yesterday, sorry peeps. I took a rest day and then spent the afternoon getting chores out the way so I could relax for the Super Bowl. I became a fan of (American) Football a few years ago through some American friends I used to play an online game with. I streamed a game... Continue Reading →

W2.3: A Wicked Sense of Humour

My son has a wicked sense of humour. By wicked I mean he enjoys the discomfort of others and he loves watching people get angry or surprised, so long as they are not angry at him. For a boy who doesn't like surprises or loud noises himself, he's quite happy to make me squeal when... Continue Reading →

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