When it turns out to be nothing to do with gastronomy its time to take a deep breath.
I want to walk home alone said my little grandson. Adults can be dangerous but how do we tell our trusting little ones.
In the days when gyms and studios were open I found I had a chance to change Duncan’s view of his old Nan. Half term had come in a rush….
When faced with the direct question ‘ where is your willy, Nanny’ by a boy who is keenly observant in the swimming pool family changing room I falter. The area…
One thing I have learnt is that every man has pee’d in his own face
As a novice Nan of a boy I was stumped when it came to cleansing.
His face, arms, feet,legs are familiar. His boyological equipment was not, then there are the wrinkles.
I was born of a woman. I am a woman. I gave birth to what is now a beautiful strong woman.
And then came the news “It’s a boy”. So what would be different about having a boy?