by BearWee | Diary of a Mama Bear
I went camping over the bank holiday weekend. What?! I hear you cry. Well, glamping actually. Have I turned into this rule-breaking, despicably ignorant human being? No, certainly not. I went 3ft into my back garden and into my tent to sleep under the fairy lights....
by BearWee | Diary of a Mama Bear
My tale this week actually comes courtesy of a friend. A heartwarming example of how food can bring neighbours some fun in this time of ‘bland crackers instead of rich caviar’. It all started with a tin of beans. Bog standard, 415g tin of staple food. And...
by BearWee | Diary of a Mama Bear
Week five of lockdown. The ‘new normal’ is beginning to take its toll, as life feels like the usual routine, just in a different setting. The need to hoard toilet roll and pasta has weaned since they are trickling back into the supermarkets, but the race...
by BearWee | Diary of a Mama Bear
It was a happy coincidence this week to have a story that crossed over my professional and personal life. And it was one little, teensy, weensy punctuation mark that done it. The ever-useful, ever-complicated, ever-easy to use comma. This comma was deserving of a bit...
by BearWee | Diary of a Mama Bear
We were on our first week of the Easter holidays. I was under no illusion about that when I was promptly told at 3.30pm on Friday 3rd April. No school stuff, please. Of course not, so we played shops in the garden with all our toy money (who knew I’d have to buy...
by BearWee | Diary of a Mama Bear
Up, up and away this week. In flew the world of technology and imagination, up went the paper aeroplanes and rockets, and down came the budgie’s feathers as he entered into moulting phase. Monday Facetime was discovered by my child today. Suffice to say I...
