Category: Jenny

When the kids are always (sometimes) right

Sophie LOVES to dance! She doesn’t walk from room to room she jetes, leaps and twirls, narrowly escaping the impaling of door handles and table corners, or tripping over Olly’s wheels.   When she was three years old a day wouldn’t go by without seeing her in her Queen Elsa dress and playing ‘Let it…

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The Naivety of Presumption

“Hello!” The letter begins. It’s written on glossy white paper with a cute little bear dressed as a bee in the corner. The letter comes from The Book Trust and is accompanied with a shiny new book that all Reception aged children have received across the country. The letter continues, “You must be bursting with…

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Is there any escape?

Every Wednesday we drive past the new McDonalds in Morecaster. Sophie has never been to McDonalds before which is quite an achievement for an almost 7 year old who has spent her entire life living less than 100 metres from Morecaster’s ‘Old’ McDonalds (pun intended.) Obviously the absence of this fast food international super power…

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Why don’t teenagers come with a manual?

On my living room floor, there is a pile of roasted and salted peanuts. Looking a little more closely I can see some cashew nuts too. It’s quite a heaped pile. A bowlful I’d say. What they’re doing on the living room carpet just underneath the bay fronted window, I have no idea. They’ve been…

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What the school prospectus doesn’t tell you about the playground

The school playground: skipping games, ball games, mind games, giggling, name calling, teasing, nobody to play with… and that’s just the mums at drop off and pickup time!   Yesterday, I found a couple of nice mums to play with, I mean chat with whilst waiting for Sophie. Celeste’s mum was on her own standing…

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When museums are TOO educational

“Mummy, I want to see a skeleton!” We were in the Natural History Museum in London, having a weekend break in the capital city. We’d just been round the entire Dinosaur section in the ‘Blue Zone’ working our way through billions of years of history at a hundred miles an hour – five year old…

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Wash and flush… it’s not always a good idea

“Have you washed your hands?!” “Have you flushed?!” Two questions that are constantly spouting from my mouth because nine times out of ten she hasn’t done either of these things, and with the toilet being downstairs she hasn’t got far to go to rectify these things. (Even if it means all she’s doing is turning the tap…

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What to do when your husband cries

Tears are streaming down his face, his eyes are bloodshot looking like flashes of red lightning across the whites of his eyes, he takes the deepest watery sniff through his nose I’ve ever heard and he starts coughing. I hesitate as I approach him, “Are you okay?” I ask wondering what on earth is the…

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