Mummy is racking her brains as to What Every Man wants. It is indeed a good question. One that is usually EXTREMELY simple to answer.
Every child has a place, every child has a voice at Brownies.
How can we become who we so desperately want to be, at the expense of nobody and nothing else?
Perhaps you are lying next to a cold, frigid Mombie in bed. Or perhaps you yourself are a Mombie who hasn't woken up yet from the nightmare.
At what age is it not acceptable for Mummies to go out anymore?
Which woman has not, at some point in her life, dreamt of snogging a frog?
The Play Centre offers a multitude of options for misplacing a child. Use this piece of information at your own discretion.
Last week, The Terror Tots unanimously declared that they prefer School's meatballs to mine. Despite the fact that my own hand-rolled meatylicious balls, coated in hand-pressed super-six, hidden vegetable ragout, haven't gone down so well of late, I hadn't anticipated the need for a vote and I certainly hadn't expected to fail so miserably. And… Continue reading Spaghetti Betty
Mummy’s knowledge of music these days is limited to classical adaptations of Baa Baa Black Sheep
Uniform adj remaining the same in all cases and at all times; unchanging in form or character. Uniformity noun quality or state of being uniform. Mummy has decided that in her old age, she rather likes Uniformity. For example, when organising the household and tending to the Terrors, Mummy prefers everything to be Uniform in nature. When loading the… Continue reading Uniformity