The New Hat

Arrived at school to collect Godzilla. He was wearing a new hat. An Essendon Bombers cap to be precise. Because, despite our family being terribly un-Melbourneish and not ‘barracking’ for any team, he likes the Bombers. I still don’t know where this hat came from. Grumpy Pants asked. “Where did…

Super Bad Mummy and the School Fete

You know those days you have where you feel as though you’re being reminded of how bad a mummy you are? I had one of those today. And most of it wasn’t even in my control. You see, I’m one of those Mummy’s who used to be more involved, but,…