Perambulation

So the good news is: Hubby successfully doctored the hypochondriac that is our printer. It’s been malingering for weeks, protesting plaintively that its innards were suffering from a major paper feed malaise, when all that was actually causing the jam was a microscopic spec of paper on a sensor. Bloody thing.
The fabulous news is: my laptop arrived.

It’s second hand and, ummm, cosmetically past its [...]

Hairy Farmer with Nuts

It has been a good week here at Hairy Farmer Mansions.
Firstly, we had a lovely Sunday. The morning was spent happily sheep-bothering with Harry, who hung out of the Land Rover window and squeaked excitedly at our sheepdog’s demented attempts at round-up, hammering his little fists in joy-overload. I made a picnic in the afternoon [...]

Look at the Pretty Pink Clouds!

Look what I bought.

Just for a laugh, you understand. I am not actually that deluded. I know full-well that tragi-comedy is all we can expect from playing around with the drippy Urine Sticks of Confusion. I’ve detected LH surges during my period before now, Goddamn it! I can’t for the life of me figure out why I [...]

Sticky Fingers

I have a series of unfinished posts. Realistically, none of them will see publication, because a grumpy little klaxon keeps sounding 20 minutes into my twice-daily coffee breaks. (A grumpy little klaxon who was, incidentally, due to be born this day last year. Ummm. Didn’t do so well on that…)
There was the post about taking Harry to his first stock [...]

SupposiStories

Harry’s latest round of inoculations (inevitable soaring temperature) taken in conjunction with as-yet uncontrolled reflux (much baby-rage) resulted in my dosing him with paracetamol in an attempt to palliate the pervading misery in maison HFF. I explained to Harry that if he persisted in refusing to even look at the approaching Calpol - craning his head around 170 degrees whilst taking wild (yet [...]

How to Talk to Children

OK, so Friday evening at 6pm I loaded a Hubby, a baby, a decorated cake, a victoria pancake sandwich, a pot of plum toffee jam and 6 photographs into the car, and we drove 23 miles, in the rain, to Moreton-in-Marsh, where a cheery chap who was stood in the showground gateway getting torrentially pissed on informed us chirpily [...]

Busy Busy Busy

I’ve done it again. Why did I think that I could manage A) an off-colour, moody baby, B) a menstrual tsunami of biblical proportions and C) entering nine classes at Moreton Show? Because, clearly, I was wrong.
OK. Let’s think through this logically. The stuff needs taking over to Moreton late tomorrow afternoon.
Of the 6 photography classes, we have finished buggering [...]

Before & After

A year ago today, Hubby carried a very small person into the house. Harry, weighing a mighty 4lb 12oz, had finally come home.

Exactly one year later – and I swear I have not orchestrated the photo - the room looks like this.

and the baby  – now 19lb 11oz – has gone from this

to this.

All of which makes me want to smile [...]

The Proud HFF Motto: Nunquam Paratus

In retrospect, my period should not have taken me by surprise last night at all. I wasn’t particularly expecting a pregnancy, you understand, despite copious amounts – too much, in fact! – of encouraging EWCM earlier in the month. I knew it would be along at some point. I just wasn’t expecting it right now. But I [...]