Spudballoo's random witterings
Jul
12
2009
Despite a grey and drizzly start to the day, which involved frantic head scratching Chez Spud about ‘what do we do when the weather is rubbish?’, things brightened up pretty quickly and by lunchtime it was glorious. Just as well as it was our town’s annual regatta today…think: loads of boats, boat racing, nautical types, [...]
Jul
4
2009
Picture the scene. It’s the summer of 1977 and I am 6 years old. The UK is gripped with Silver Jubilee celebration madness; the Queen had been ‘on the throne’ (snigger) for 25 years and we cracked open miles of bunting, shut streets and had parties in them and printed terrible photos of Her Royal [...]
Jun
29
2009
Oh I was a HORROR as a child. Feisty, angry, bossy, aggressive (scratching other children was a favoured pastime) and moody. What a delight I must have been! Add in a temper as quick thing from quick land and it was a heady mix. But way worse than any of that was my penchant for [...]
Jun
23
2009
Here I am, throwing my toys out of the pram yet again. I’m not grimacing with fury (for a change), but with pain…turns out I’d been wildly optimistic in terms of calculating the likelihood of being able to squeeeeeeeeze my backside in to the pushchair. Spud’s arse in to pushchair does not go. I’m ashamed [...]
