DorkySon has always loved us to read stories to him. As long as there’s a cuddly grown-up and a book nearby, he’s the happiest boy in the world.
A couple of nights ago, DorkyDad and I were a little surprised to suddenly find that the storytelling roles had reversed.
“Sit on the floor Mummy.” said DorkySon. “Sit down Daddy. I’m going to tell you a story.”
We did as we were told, and sat down on the carpet. DorkySon sat down in front of us and took a deep breath.
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I was out for coffee the other day with a non-tweeting friend. “So what is Twitter actually like?” she asked.
I ummed and ahhed, and explained it all very badly, mumbling some fairly dry stuff about retweets and hashtags and follows. She didn’t look convinced. So I’ve been thinking about it ever since, and here’s what I’ve come up with.
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I am very happy to present the third installment of my occasional series ‘Small Town Street Art‘.
After six months living in Harpenden, I’ve finally found a third bit of graffiti – Elvis dancing on the side of the Doctor’s surgery.
The kids are getting pretty wild around here.
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I have never been a big fan of exercise, but when DorkySon celebrated his third birthday I realised that it was no longer possible to keep blaming my wobbly bits on ‘post-pregnancy’. So recently I’ve borrowed some Davina McCall fitness DVDs from a friend and I’ve been quite enjoying doing them. Each session is only half an hour, so can be easily done while DorkySon is taking a nap.
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You know when you take a photo by mistake on your phone and the blurred, abstract, accidental shot turns out to be something quite beautiful?
That.
I like that.
