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We’ve been doing a bit of ebaying lately in Somerville Lane. Mr G kicked it off, inspired by the story of a lady who is aiming to sell 1000 things on ebay.
He thinks it’s a good idea. The only thing is we don’t have 1000 things we need to get rid of. That’s my opinion [...]
Mr G got some new headphones for Christmas. He says they’re so he won’t disturb the Little Gs while watching TV at night. I say they’re so the Little Gs won’t disturb him while he watches TV.
He has no idea what’s going on in the house when he has them on. Crying babies, whinging toddlers and [...]
Apparently, my boys would make beautiful girls.
The first time I was told this was when Mr 2 was around 4 months old. We were out walking and he was covered in a blue blanket and wearing a blue striped beanie. Blue. Blue. Not a hint of pink. There was neutral white, yes, but no pink. [...]
The biggest G, Mr G, loses things an awful lot. Last week it was his wallet. For about the 64th time. I kid you not. This trick it seems, never gets old. Except it does. Very quickly. Especially when you’ve got to get the littlest G to a coveted specialist appointment in 45 minutes. And it [...]
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