Not by the hair on my piggy pig pig

Do you remember an Enid Blyton book about a farm family? A set of happy, hardy children had their spoiled rich cousins come and live with them after something unspeakably awkward, like a divorce. One of the coiffed kids was called Melisande, and she had manicured fingernails and perfect hair and whined like a baby … Continue reading Not by the hair on my piggy pig pig

A baa-somely good day out

I am sometimes guilty of trying to hurry my children into things they're not ready for. (I don't wish to point any fingers but, Roald Dahl Complete Works, I might just be looking at you.) We've visited so many farms and petting zoos since Henry was born, and all with the same result: animal terror, or … Continue reading A baa-somely good day out