LucyVonSc
lucyvonsc.bsky.social
LucyVonSc
@lucyvonsc.bsky.social
I wander between Y5 and Y6 teaching a bit. Can cook. Mostly harmless.
Well this sounds amazing.
Here you go, Lucy.
September 24, 2025 at 7:10 PM
@welcometowillerby.bsky.social I saw you sent me a message but every time I try to verify my ancient age on here it gets declined so I can't open it. Any other way you could send it? Substack?
September 24, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Gorgeous story. Read it!
NEW Willerby Story
The Swing.
Up and up, then away and away.
willerby.substack.com/p/the-swing
August 15, 2025 at 1:24 PM
Just got home from a couple of nights away. I'd sat down for less than a minute before Asbocat swarmed onto me. I think she's pleased to see us.
June 1, 2025 at 3:43 PM
There are worse views.
June 1, 2025 at 8:43 AM
As a follow up to last night's air guitar to Dire Straits, my mother law is punching the air and semi headbanging to Bruce Springsteen. Oh my. But good for her.
May 31, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Cuts to the heart of things with beautiful simplicity. As ever, the details make this shine.
May 31, 2025 at 6:40 AM
My mother in law is giving a huge air guitar solo to Dire Straits whilst watching an old Top of the Pops and all I can say is it's quite something to behold.
May 30, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Heard a dad in the supermarket telling his kid they'd go to Kew Gardens and then have fish fingers for dinner. What a day!
May 24, 2025 at 7:24 PM
Asbocat had a vet visit today as she was hobbling. Luckily, nothing serious. She's not impressed at not being allowed into the garden though.
May 24, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Reposted by LucyVonSc
New Willerby Story.
The Last Show.
The ghost of a dead mother saves her family.
willerby.substack.com/p/the-last-s...
#willerby
May 24, 2025 at 6:01 AM
I'm out and about to see the gremlin compete in a poetry slam. It's being held in a metal record shop. This is not my usual Friday night.
May 16, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Last night I was left with about a single bunting flag's worth of duvet after Asbocat and my husband staked their claim. Good job it's warm weather.
May 13, 2025 at 6:01 PM
My husband is telling my mum about a wine course he did yesterday. She's outraged that the booklet from it showing stages of wine making goes crush, ferment, mature, bottle but doesn't end with drink.
May 11, 2025 at 5:18 PM
I don't know what was just flapping about on my roof, but from the sound of it, it was at least the size of a roc.
April 27, 2025 at 11:11 AM
I might have bought about double the amount of prawns I needed for our noodles tonight. Can't bring myself to regret it though.
April 26, 2025 at 6:28 PM
I've eaten my break time snack already. Which means I'll eat lunch at break. So chips at lunch?
April 22, 2025 at 7:22 AM
How I know it's chilly.
1. I've worn slippers all day.
2. I've just put my very warm but static ridden purple dressing gown of fleece on.
3. I couldn't tell which was the butter I'd left out all night for baking and which was the one I'd taken out of the fridge a bit earlier.
April 20, 2025 at 6:59 PM
Can someone please break it to Asbocat that from Tuesday I am no longer available as an all-day cat bed? I'm a bit scared to.
April 20, 2025 at 5:46 PM
I was in M&S fighting the self checkout till and when it told me to swipe to find the croissants I'd bought, I found myself muttering but I'm not even on Tinder at it. Oh dear.
April 18, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Washing up, I found my husband had used a spork as a cooking utensil when making soup last night. A spork?! Why, and why do we even have one?
April 17, 2025 at 8:45 AM
Just squished a leftover roast potato and a leftover Yorkshire pudding into leftover gravy as a snack before bed. I'm winning.
April 13, 2025 at 9:01 PM
Just had a nice shout at the clingfilm for tangling around my hand. I told it I'd get the reliable foil out instead. That put it in its place.
April 13, 2025 at 7:02 PM
It's that time again when Asbocat gets a haircut.
April 12, 2025 at 12:47 PM