Disaster city …

I. has fallen off a high climbing-frame and broken his arm.  Horrific for all of them.  Esther said he’d been safely up and down it about ten times when the baby began shouting for milk.  Just as she turned her back he lost his grip, and when she rushed to pick him up, it looked as […]

Gardening for grandmothers

Last week was I.’s third birthday, so another rain of presents descended.  Perhaps he’ll think this is normal, in which case a rude awakening awaits. Their house looks like a toyshop, I observed to Esther, who said yes, she  keeps meaning to do a cull, but a) this can only be done while I. and the baby […]