Category Archives: Bookish rambles

where I go on about children’s books

Sad choices

It is All Hallows Eve! For modern children this means pumpkins and treats and dressing up at every opportunity.  (When I was a microbe I’m pretty sure it was just apple bobbing…  I am clearly very very old indeed.) On … Continue reading

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Still ill

Yesterday G was reading nursery rhymes to James and the one about Professor Dawkins came up… James’s reaction was to point at the Prof and say: “He bumped his head! Like a monkey!” and G replied: “Well, yes. He’s just … Continue reading

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Me did it!

A couple of weeks ago G and I defied all that is holy and took the boy for a trial session at toddler football. Given the level of sporting prowess in his family history, he reacted with an entirely understandable … Continue reading

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Oscar’s Only Ostrich Oiled an Orange Owl today

Oh lord….  the fateful day has arrived.  Microboy has learned to say “no!”.  I am waving a tear-stained handkerchief at the mute, implied obedience of yesteryear and grimacing at the arrival of a defiant little imp!  Is blind obedience really … Continue reading

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It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it

So…  Microboy will be 8 months old next Monday – and all of a sudden I’m seeing little signs of intelligent life.  Only baby steps, obviously, but it’s captivating to witness.  Imagine finding that every day of your life you … Continue reading

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Monday’s child…

by Colin McNaughton… Monday’s child is red and spotty Tuesday’s child won’t use the potty Wednesday’s child won’t go to bed Thursday’s child will not be fed Friday’s child breaks all his toys Saturday’s child makes an awful noise And … Continue reading

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This little piggy had caramelised figs with goats cheese on a bed of rocket

Continuing on a theme of nursery rhymes… I’ve been busy looking up what some of them mean and thought I’d share a few interesting little factoids with you*. Apparently Goosey Goosey Gander (the one about throwing Professor Dawkins down the … Continue reading

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