Glastonbury 2017: Middle-aged mutterings from the safety of the sofa

Having trodden the muddy fields of Glasto a few times pre-kids, I’m always hit with pangs of longing, a hefty dose of FOMO and a small seeping of simmering resentment reserved for those who chirpily announce they’re off to revel in the hallowed Somerset fields near where I grew up. Do these emotions prompt me… Read More Glastonbury 2017: Middle-aged mutterings from the safety of the sofa

Hama Bead Hell: When creative play goes bad….very bad indeed….

Once upon a time there were two children: Big Sister and Little Brother. And they were so excited when they were given this… Their eyes lit up with delight and expectation as they excitedly drank in the sight of  thousands of brightly coloured beads –  “10,000” beads to be precise according to the boasty label… Read More Hama Bead Hell: When creative play goes bad….very bad indeed….