The naming bug

I promise I am actually thinking about things other than babies at the moment. Yesterday I thought an awful lot, for example, about European legislation - specifically, the grammar thereof - and had a right little chuckle when I found an article beginning 'An old cleavage causes new divisions...' (No, it was about Cypriot social … Continue reading The naming bug

The best game in the world: truth-telling edition

I am supposed to be working today. But then, you know, baby colds are no respecter of persons, or work days. Since Henry has given up sleep in favour of dribbling and crossness, I have embraced not showering and The Count of Monte Cristo. Sometimes you have to cut your losses. So let's talk about … Continue reading The best game in the world: truth-telling edition

In praise of the paper-and-ink

There's a place you can go where everything smells of unicorns and chocolate sprinkles. Stuff Disneyland. Just take me to Waterstone's. (I am putting the apostrophe back in, because COME ON, WATERSTONE'S.) The Waterstone's at home was a house of wonders. The books sat in the old Wool Exchange building in Bradford, and I breathed … Continue reading In praise of the paper-and-ink

The best game in the world: dawn chorus edition

It's almost 8.30am, and Henry, after his usual 5am freak-out, is still asleep. I have been capering around, giddy with it, since I woke up ten minutes ago. Ever tried to get down our creaky stairs in absolute silence? It requires some Spiderman-like ankle work, let me tell you. via iwastesomuchtime.com So before we start … Continue reading The best game in the world: dawn chorus edition

The best game in the world: procrastination edition

In a minute, I'll be making a large batch of bacon and onion mini quiches, because we just discovered Henry will eat them. And you DON'T MESS WITH THAT. First, though: books! Since H started his love affair with picture books, we've settled into a little routine of walking to the library every Tuesday afternoon. … Continue reading The best game in the world: procrastination edition

A plate of worm spaghetti

I met a boy when I was young, called Charlie. He was shy like I was, and he had a huge, ridiculous family like I did, and neither of us had much money. We just hit it off. And then one day – and I remember this quite distinctly - he found a golden ticket in … Continue reading A plate of worm spaghetti

Henry, Jasper Fforde and the raisins that wanted to be free

Having just one baby-sized child is a bit like a trial run for having children in general. For one thing, we're making everything up as we go along. Every new phase is a bright astonishing thing. For another, he's pretty good at going everywhere with us. He doesn't care where we are as long as we're … Continue reading Henry, Jasper Fforde and the raisins that wanted to be free

The best game in the world: on my bookshelf in July

Guess where I went today? Oh, a brand new library yes that's right. Let's play Timothy's absolute favourite game in the whole world (honest). He's out, so it's just you and me. Are you ready? You'll love it. What I Got From The Library and Why: (ba-da-da-daaaaaa) Considering Reading Central comprises three floors and categorises … Continue reading The best game in the world: on my bookshelf in July

Thomas Cromwell just made my weekend

It came! It came! I got a phone call from Waterstones on Thursday. 'Mrs Jeffcoat, this is Waterstones', the chap said. Oh good, I thought. Are we friends now? That's cool. 'I just wanted to let you know that Hilary Mantel's Bring Up The Bodies was released today', said the chap. You guys, I didn't … Continue reading Thomas Cromwell just made my weekend

Happy (belated) birthday Shakespeare, you beautiful bearded genius

(it was yesterday.) No one did more for this language or this literature than this chap. Whether you're not budging an inch, not sleeping a wink, finding method in your madness, protesting too much, giving your kingdom for a horse, wondering what's in a name or having greatness thrust upon you, you owe Shakespeare for doing … Continue reading Happy (belated) birthday Shakespeare, you beautiful bearded genius