Chez Spud

BS…BS…BS…BS??? Blue Skies….Big Smiles….British Springtime…Balmy Suffolk (or should that be Barmy Suffolk?)…Beach Strolls…no Bull Shit…

Spring has sprung, it’s official. Brilliant blue skies, sunshine, warm breezes, hanging out on the beach without wanting to cry after 5 minutes = the first signs of Spring and I’m giddy with it. I don’t think I’m alone…

Thanks to The Domestic Sensualists via Julochka via Julochka’s grandmother for the gift of Banana Bread. And a special big thanks to Julochka’s daughter, Sabin, for her inspired addition of vast chunks of chocolate to the recipe. Such insight at the tender age of 9! Banana and chocolate go together like, er, banana and chocolate. [...]

I have completely lost my blogging mojo. We had a couple of weeks of appalling internet and I kind of fell out of the habit and now I find I don’t have much to say. But here’s a diary moment to record…I couldn’t let such a big moment pass without a record of it…
Woooooeeeeeeee! See [...]

Town of my noble birth…ah, blessed art thou Weston-super Mare…let’s overlook the fact that Jeffrey Archer is thou Lord…and the fact that the sea is NEVER in and you have to walk a mile for a paddle…and the fact that your nickname of Weston-super-Mud is so well deserved…anyway, thou art blessed amongst faded English seaside [...]

Hoorah. It snowed for real and the country came to a standstill as usual. MrSpud stayed home and we didn’t budge from the farm all day. Instead, we sledged. We staked out our run:

We sledged solo

There was quite a lot of trudging back up the hill of course

We worked in pairs (not shown…me and MrSpud [...]

Bertie, aged 4 going on genius, today resolved world peace. I just thought I’d blog it in case anyone missed it? He slipped it in to a quiet moment between hysterics over absolutely nothing, hitting his brother, telling tales on his brother and generally Not Listening and engaging in Naughty Behaviour. Luckily MrSpud was tuned [...]

‘For unto us a child is born…’

God came to visit Chez Spud today. I was so unprepared, just dashing about trying to get us all suited and booted and out of the door for a baptism. I was wrapping a gift for baby Sofie when BAAAAAHHHMMMM in He came. Actually I invited him in, but by stealth.  I suddenly realised,  whilst [...]

My little world, seen through a glass, darkly. Or, more accurately, reflected in a garden ornament…me in regulation green wellies, Bertie with his handbag, MrSpud displaying freakish jazz hands, Klingon Baby Diggy in a sling, one little fat leg poking out…our house…our garden…pig food lurking in the background.
My husband, my sons, my home, my life. [...]

Presenting our neighbour’s eldest girl Miss I and her impressive array of jewelry, made at nursery today. And A Guinea-Pig, I can’t remember its name. I lost track as there are quite a few and there was a tale to be told for each one and how it got its name. I know Rosie, as [...]