Carless Whispers – In Which It Bloody Snows On Keris.
Snow. Bloody snow. Harry is about as excited as I’ve ever seen him. To him snow means Christmas. December also means Christmas. Snow on the 1st of December has seen him almost incandescent with excitement. Me? Not so much. Last year it snowed too. The most I’ve known it snow for years. I couldn’t drive the car. The roads were treacherous and I haven’t been driving for long enough to feel confident heading out...
Carless Whispers – In Which Keris Goes To The Seaside.
One of our favourite days out is to Lytham St Annes. We go every couple of months either to walk around the lake at Fairhaven or go to the pier and the fair at St Annes and it was one of the things I knew we’d miss once the cars went for a burton. It hadn’t occurred to me to try and get there on the train, but thankfully it occurred to David and so one Saturday we announced that we were off to the seaside. “Are we...
Carless Whispers – In which Keris takes on Mrs Thatcher, and thinks carlessness is genetic.
Just after David’s car packed up and we became carless (should that be “car-free”?), David read the following quote from former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher: “A man who, beyond the age of 30, finds himself on a bus can count himself as a failure.”* Well she was just a treat, wasn’t she?! But I somewhat take her point. I mean, we can’t exactly consider ourselves a great success, can we?...
Carless Whispers – In which Harry samples Bus Life.
Before the cars went kaput, we’d got into a routine of going swimming every Sunday. It had been a long time coming – we’d tried various local swimming pools with little success (too dirty, too inconvenient, too crowded, too small changing rooms) and had finally discovered a brand new leisure centre with family changing rooms and free family swimming on Sundays. Brilliant. But a 15 minute drive away. Harry was keen to...
Carless Whispers – In Which Keris Actually Realises What Carless Means.
As we suspected, David’s car was done for. Not completely beyond repair, but bad (and expensive) enough that the mechanic suggested it wouldn’t be worth doing. And when a mechanic is telling you not to bother, you don’t bother. We’re lucky in that David only works 20 minutes away and can get a bus there from the end of our road (the buses back are a little trickier, but still doable). The fare is pretty steep...
OMG! Keris!
Keris is one of our favourite reviewers (and the author of our brilliant Slopsville series last year, her week by week success-by-disaster weaning diary), so we are naturally excited that her first book is finally on the shelves. And just look – this (very excited) image taken just today in WH Smiths proves it! ‘Della Says OMG!’ (bottom shelf, third from left, black cover) is a YA/Teen fiction, and a contemporary...