Day 83 (June 7th, 2020)
Last Monday Cedar went back to school. Tomorrow Iris, Wednesday Wren. And so this segment of our lives closes. I am sure it will return....
Last Monday Cedar went back to school. Tomorrow Iris, Wednesday Wren. And so this segment of our lives closes. I am sure it will return....
My stomach has always been three year old Wren’s comfort. He puts his hand there when he needs my attention. After my father died...
My friend, Jenny Davey, has been inspired to illustrate my story, the Princess and the Swan. Here's the first picture.
It is 4am. My alarm sings a Chinese lullaby. I get up, throw on socks and a jumper over my pyjamas and go and wake Cedar and Iris. We...
My friend, Indigo Cope, painted this swan when she was eleven. If you have a picture to illustrate my story in the last post, The...
The Princess and the Swan by Margaret Loescher A birthday story for Iris, 14th May, 2020 Love from Mama Once upon a time there was a...
April 25th, 2020. It is that twilight moment. The children are now asleep. I am taking the dog out for her last pee. Foxes are abroad,...
Iris (7) is in tears. She misses horses. Not just riding them, for Iris is not so interested in riding. She misses being with them. She...
Forgive us our noise, As we forgive those who noise against us. Deliver us not into the house But keep us in the garden Amen
Cedar: Anne Frank lived in the annexe for over two years. She was thirteen when she went in. She was never allowed outside. Sometimes she...
Iris (7) has got a lot of interesting objects out on the floor, including many things from the garden. I am trying to hoover around them....
We can just see Julia through the hedge between our gardens. She has positioned one of her chairs in the sunshine by her open French...
Iris: I have a very bad cut/rash/bite/sting on my finger/toe/knee/leg/arm and it is bleeding a lot! Me: Right. Iris: Really! I can’t...
The garden is populated by beings dashing to and fro, glimpsed through the kitchen blinds. Animal or human? Friend of foe? There is thick...
Social Distancing is - We are going for a walk. Just a normal walk, down the street. We are leaving now, through the garden. I have the...
The kitchen is full of Iris’s classmates. The doors to the garden are open and the children, laughing, run in and out. Iris’s teachers...
We are clanging down the street in a ferociously red fire engine with a huge, winding hose, a massive steering wheel, a whirling,...
Recipe for a Sringring (see below) and other marvellous poems Ingredients: 1 whole independent thinking seven-year old (a fiery one gives...
My shop I have an ice-cream shop. I sell ice-cream cones for £1. An extra scoop costs £0.50. Toppings cost £0.25. Please come to my shop!...
Who would you like to be in touch with during a global disaster? Absolutely everyone I have ever known or loved My extended family NOT my...