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“HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE”*

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Since lockdown (and putting societal emergency healthcare to one side for a moment) there have been countless column inches and observations in relation to the effects that these weeks may have on peoples’ mental health, both short and long-term.  There have been amusing chatter and memes about how lockdown will crush the (majority) extrovert segments […]

An Obituary. Sort of.

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Enforced Home-Ed today. Child no.2 had to write an ‘Obituary for King David’ in Religious Education as requested by school.It turned out that meladdo didn’t know what an obituary was. So, I spent ages explaining what it was (versus a ‘eulogy’). I shared with him some very moving obituaries of incredible, human rights activist and […]

Handy Hints

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Being mindful of protecting myself and others (of course), when I have to go to the supermarket, I tend to wear gloves. So, today I asked my son to pass me a pair of gloves that I’d seen on the stairs (not unusual in my house – nothing is returned to where it should be.) […]

The Archers – a Problem

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I might have mentioned before that due to many years of commuting in my car (and terrible homesickness for BBC Radio 4 during the years that I lived in the Kalahari), I’ve ended up as something of an Archers addict,over the last decade. These days, The Archers obsession even runs to the home-schooling. So, here’s […]

April Cruel?

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The children called both Grandma and their dad and adopted Grandparents – same versions for both: “Mum’s gone mad at us for not behaving. She slammed the door on us in the shed where we’re studying really hard… and the lock’s broken. No… She’s not answering her phone – ’cause she left it in here, […]

Home-Schooling Goes Forth

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Words from the Home-Schooling outhouse ; whilst studying WW1 History & the battles : “Arghh! This day is just like that Blackadder Goes Forth episode where Blackadder talks about the horrors of the war; ‘the mud, the noise of the guns and the endless poetry’…But here it’s ‘the freezing-cold, the noise of my mother yelling […]