Socially distancing? My toddler?!
Do you wonder how you can help our toddlers to keep their distance? Will your child will cope with not mingling as they did before? In Covid-secure sessions we won’t be using the parachute and licking each other’s faces will no longer be acceptable*. I know that some will find this challenging, but the environment…
I can see you!
Unless you’re exempt, everyone over 11 will have to wear a face covering at Rhymetime. I haven’t met anyone who relishes the wearing of a mask, but we all know that by covering our mouths and noses we protect others around us. My mum pointed to me the real up-side to face coverings: they will…
Pay now, sing later!
In the seventeen years that I have been running Rhymetime, I have had a very informal payment system. You turn up on the day and put your money in the pot (though I’ve moved to contactless in recent years). Simple. No commitment necessary. Book your place This has had to change, and I am asking…
A new adventure, with a familiar soundtrack
Or….. from limitations to strengths in the age of social distancing. Next week, I will be back in Bedminster Methodist Church Hall, singing with you again, in-person. After six months of online sessions, this will feel momentous. Of course, I will not just be flinging open the doors of the hall and letting everyone flood…
It’s May Day
In years gone by, when my children were small and regularly woke before dawn, I would get up very early on May Day. Taking a flask of hot chocolate and a bag of marmite sandwiches, I’d bundle their little sleepy bodies into the car and take them to Brandon Hill. We would walk up the…
Three little chicks
When you’re a mum of three teens, you can’t be picky about where to record these clips! This is a sweet rhyme for the spring time.
Back in my happy place.
I woke up in a foul mood this morning. I’d been worrying in the night about the future of everything, and was not ready when the alarm went. I spilt coffee on the stairs. We didn’t have enough milk. An important piece of homework had been torn and crumpled and school jumpers were still damp…
