The Hairdryer

Mathilda has, over the last six months or so, developed an almighty strop.

When she’s in full flow, slamming her arms into the crossed position, pouting her terrible pout and barking the reasons of her dissatisfaction to all who will listen, it’s quite a sight.

Quite funny that is.

Anyhoo, Hell hath no fury and . . . → Read More: The Hairdryer


And so at the weekend we found ourselves at the Great Chesterford Steam Up 2012 – an orgy of traction engines, vintage cars and those big steam powered organ things that tootle out some vague melody (in this case, some of Abba’s back catalogue) – and it was right on our doorstep.

So far, so . . . → Read More: Misrepresentation