Down with little black boxes
I’m a fan of recycling, but I’m not a fan of the recycling boxes. I hate them. I hate them so much I sometimes give mine a kick when I leave the house.
Alice, 40, lives in Hove with her husband, young son and dog. Our Reluctant Housewife will try anything once, even if it’s only to get her out of the house!
Alice, 40, lives in Hove with her husband, young son and dog. Our Reluctant Housewife will try anything once, even if it’s only to get her out of the house!
I’m a fan of recycling, but I’m not a fan of the recycling boxes. I hate them. I hate them so much I sometimes give mine a kick when I leave the house.
The Summer Break is approaching, it is officially my first as the mother of a schoolchild. I’m not exactly dreading the length of time my offspring and I will be forced to spend together (I might be) but I am considering how to keep him occupied every day without resorting to just offering up the iPad and my password every afternoon for a bit of quiet.
What do you do with your little darlings’ bits of art? You know the endless bits of paper and card that have been marked by your offspring. Which ones do you deem to be ‘special’ and worthy of putting aside to get out again when they’ve grown up and left home? And which ones can you with a clear conscience throw away?
My son, like most four year olds, has a big imagination. In his head he plans to visit many countries, can speak many different languages and has over 100 brothers and sisters. But he is also rooted in an unshakeable reality that whatever he sees has to exist or be happening somewhere and be accessible to him. Which makes watching adverts a bit of a problem…
Last Halloween my husband and I went on a tour of the ‘Haunted’ Preston Manor, billed as a Ghost Tour we thought we’d certainly get to see or sense something spooky. But despite being conducted in the dark on the night of the year the veil between the living and the dead is supposedly at its thinnest the only scary thing that happened was the fact the pubs were already shut by the time it was over.
I'm always thankful to live where I do, I love Brighton and Hove and all that goes on here. And there is no greater time than Christmas to remind me just how diverse, archaic, fun, exciting and lovable this place is.
This weekend saw the family visit PupAid 2011. An annual event on Brighton’s dog calendar and a must- attend for anyone who loves or owns a hound. PupAid is a like a mini one-day festival that takes over Stanmer House and its private garden and everyone is welcome, especially our four legged friends.
I recently travelled by tube. I took London ’s famous underground train from Victoria to Oxford Circus, only a couple of stops with no changes. No big deal you might think? Well maybe not for you but I haven’t travelled by tube for over ten years! Which is odd considering up until recently I had lived in our nation’s capital for the better part of two decades. No, I don’t have a problem with transport in general, I am claustrophobic.
Apparently I travelled on the Bluebell Railway as a child, I don’t remember it, which I know does little to recommend it, but as a nearby attraction on a rainy day we thought it was time to check the fully functioning steam railway out as adults - and take our 3year old along for the ride – maybe he’d even remember it!
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