In which I discuss walking through the sheep field coming from town

I may have mentioned previously that one way to get to town is to walk up the Dingle, down a footpath, over a bridge, and through two fields. We end up at the Car Park in town (and the primary school). On nice (i.e., not rainy) days, this would be a good way to get [Read On]

Make Me Laugh Monday – Poop Jokes

As I’m still functioning under a haze of antibiotics, antihistamines, expectorants, decongestants, anti-depressants, Princess Glitter nail polish fumes and coffee, I’m stealing yet another yuk from my dear old Dad’s endless stream of email jokes. This one is particularly relevant to our household on so many levels, where my five year old is as regular [Read On]