A day out at Seven Sisters Farm

Having eyed up a farm with a £9 ticket price and balked, yesterday we visited the smaller Seven Sisters Farm where Roo (now nearly two) could stroke (and get licked by) some calves, play on a rocker and swings, generally have a run around, and the grown ups could admire the calf shed wooden panelling (honestly, …

Fitting Isofix in a Ford Focus MkII

The tricky bit was removing the rear seat, mainly because I was looking at the instructions for the wrong model of car; the right instructions for me were on the Focus Fanatics forums. Fitting the actual bar itself was comparatively easy, just two bolts (after you’ve removed the bungs from the bolt holes), I’ve written a …

Teaching myself to tell tales

One of the joys of having a young baby, I’m finding, is reading. I wasn’t expecting reading to come to us so early, it was my mum who suggested it when Rufus was only three or four months old. He loves us reading to him; the shapes, the colours, the closeness, the sound of our …

Sleeping on London Bridge

Our son Rufus slept in different ways as he reached different milestones. The first kind of sleep, when he was a tiny baby, was more a some kind of rapidly cycling consciousness and unconsciousness designed to disrupt parental sleep, this was a phase where we were lulled into a false sense of security. “It’s easy …

Bees!

My grandpa always wanted to keep bees. Or at least that’s how I remember it, him talking about it and me fascinated by the idea. For some reason the urge has resurfaced recently, and as luck would have it the local NamBeePamBee Beekeepers in nearby Scott’s Avenue Allotments have begun holding open days and now …