Author Archives: Kirsty

It’s not cricket*

I had a great ex-pat moment at the weekend. As we were driving to a friend’s house in Brazoria County, Middle of Nowhere, Texas, I glanced across the fields and spotted a group of people in the distance all dressed … Continue reading

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Conversation with an American tourist

While the kids were getting their hair cut recently, the grandpa of another little boy there heard my accent and starting chatting. He’d taken a trip to England and wanted to tell me all about it. Or at least he wanted to play … Continue reading

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Cup of tea?

After a total of seven years in Texas, I had started to consider myself reasonably fluent in American English. I’m way past the crisps/chips, chips/french fries stage. I know that, defying all expectation, the entrée is not the first course in … Continue reading

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Not musical

If I ever have to torture anyone – for, you know, information, or whatever – I plan to buy a really crappy old piano and lock my subject in a small room while it’s bashed back into tune. Seriously, I … Continue reading

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This was made possible by…

Having ranted recently about the pressure to volunteer for things my kids are involved in, I’ve only gone and been awarded the Volunteer of the Year prize by the school PTO. Ah, the irony. I suspect that, out of the many parents … Continue reading

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Softball Mom, SUV plus pom-poms

When my seven-year-old begged me to be allowed to play softball, I naively thought that this would be much like any kids extra-curricular sporting activity. I’ll spend a couple of afternoons a week driving her to and from practice. There … Continue reading

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Damned kids

Warning: I am about to make light of a serious issue. After school yesterday, my six-year-old told me she’d had a talk with a fellow first-grader during recess. Her friend told her that she wouldn’t have a very nice life because … Continue reading

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Poor Expectations

Recently, the kids’ dentist told me I should write a book on raising children. I’m fairly certain he wasn’t being sarcastic. This, coming from the great state of Texas, is an example of what I like to think of as the … Continue reading

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Sh*t Boys Say

Strapping a couple of five-year-old boys down in an enclosed space is as fascinating an experiment as you could hope for. Including the ones I remember fondly from 5th Form Chemistry which ended with the partial loss of eyebrows or … Continue reading

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There’s nothing in the world as exciting as a cardboard box

…except maybe someone handing you the keys to a brand-new Ferrari idling on the start line of the Nürburgring and inviting you to go crazy. Or perhaps a chance meeting with your favourite celebrity in which he/she tags a photo … Continue reading

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