Fridge words

I knew they'd be all over the place when I got them. And so they are. I spend what feels like an hour a day persuading Henry to pick them up. But I like sitting cross-legged on the floor and arranging them. Sometimes I write messages. Sometimes we order the letters by colour. Sometimes I … Continue reading Fridge words

The Penguins Say

that August is a month worth camping in. Yesterday I came back from girls' camp. Forty-eight teenage girls, thirty-ish adults, twenty-seven million clumps of knee-high, prickly grass. It's been a long, hard, exhilarating week we've been planning obsessively all year. I've sat in a smelly marquee eating dinner from a tin plate, sung ridiculous songs … Continue reading The Penguins Say