The love that dare not speak its name

British farming often seems to be all about reeling from one minor catastrophe to the next. The only thing left to do, after you’ve removed the carcasses from public view and made the bailiffs a cup of tea, is to grade the mishap according to your own personal calamity-scale. Afflictions that sit lightly around your [...]

Lord help the Mister

I’ve been wrestling with my wretched widgets, and they’ve left me drained. I was still doing battle alternately with wordpress and the flailing, roaring (I’m on my OWN in here Mummy want BOOB want CUDDLES) baby at 1am this morning when hairy hubby lurched cheerfully through the front door, having, as the Irish say, drink taken. The birthday party from which [...]

Possession & a Cute Little Face are 10/10ths of the law

I told hairy hubby emphatically & tearfully on the day Harry was born: never again. The chafing stitches on my 2nd degree tear may have been a catalyst in this decision, but the sight of his poor little body violated by countless tubes & IV lines immediately sent me to a place I’ve found it hard [...]

Protected: Hooray for Flexi-wings

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Not in my Lady’s chamber. Hah.

I actually won a round in the fight against my poultry today. I emerged victorious. Not unscathed: that would be too much to expect, but undeniably the winner. I had been starting to fear that I had met my intellectual match. It is now supper-time, and Mrs Goose has remained in the field where I shut her [...]

Young Farmers Do It Early In The Morning

Harry has, I think, read my book on baby sleep problems and decided that he has adequately mastered all the challenging behaviours in the initial chapters. He obviously feels that the time is right to move out of his comfort zone of squalling, grizzling, wriggling, rolling, and move it right on up into thrashing, kicking, and crunching [...]

Hello world!

Well, Hello! I have decided to dip an electronic toe into the water. I think I have two reasons for wanting this. Firstly, sheer narcissism. Secondly, I quite fancy keeping a diary, yet the whole business with the blank book & the pens doesn’t sound quite feasible for someone of my engrained untidiness & generalised household negligence. A diary [...]