<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Mummy Grace's]]></title><description><![CDATA[Bespoke therapeutic care for Littles.]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2026 16:27:36 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Welcome to Storytime]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hello, welcome to my stories. Here you will find tales written for big people who just happen to have a Little person inside. Some stories will be in parts, others will be stand-alone tales, but all are presented in the hope that your big and Little selves get something out of them. I would love to hear from you about what you enjoyed and what you would like me to write about, just use the comments box at the bottom and ping me a message :) If you'd like a story of your own, Mummy Grace can...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/welcome-to-storytime</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b956161c</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2025 14:28:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c633b0_d5395a21d85b4de6b1f57066662ba3fc~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Adventures of Hovis: Part Three]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hovis had had an idea. He’d been in the highchair (which for some reason Tom, his bestest friend in the whole world, seemed to think was the right place for him to sit when Tom wasn’t able to play) when he started to imagine himself up in the clouds.   Hovis, the bestest rabbit in the whole world, had a very good imagination. He liked to think it was a skill he’d learned from spending so much time with Tom. Tom was always able to imagine the most wonderful adventures, and always taking his...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/the-adventures-of-hovis-part-three</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615ef</guid><category><![CDATA[The Adventures of Hovis]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2026 10:09:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_5aaf08195b84436cb8d759ab17cf0102~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[An Introduction to Monty]]></title><description><![CDATA[There’s a character I live with called Montgomery. He’s named after Field Marshal Montgomery, a man famous for being small in stature but stupendous (not necessarily a good thing) in personality. Some would go so far as to describe them both as having ‘small man syndrome’ but perhaps ‘short king’ would be more apposite. Montgomery, Monty for short (see what I did there...?) certainly has the demeanour and expectations of a princeling.   So that you may have a suitable mental picture, I will...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/an-introduction-to-monty</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b9561606</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2026 13:27:05 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Blankie: Part Eleven]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mike was still off sick from work. He was conflicted about this, feeling guilty for taking time-off but also recognising he wasn’t strong enough to deal with packs of feral 14-year-olds. His work-wife had been great, keeping him updated on school gossip and reassuring him he was doing the right thing. Farai was a good friend, but these past few weeks she had been a godsend.]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/my-blankie-part-eleven</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b9561607</guid><category><![CDATA[My Blankie]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2026 08:01:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_b9066ba675674e5ab4ef9bee900ce1a6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Growed-Up]]></title><description><![CDATA[It’s hard looking in the mirror when the person looking back doesn’t look like me, doesn’t look how I feel on the inside. It’s easier to not have any mirrors, except the essential one in the bathroom and the one inside the wardrobe door. There I can make sure my hair and my clothes are suitable to face the world; suit, tie, not a hair out of place. No-one at work could possibly suspect that I’d rather be wearing a onesie and booties. I know I’m big, I have a big job and lots of...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/growed-up</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615ee</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2026 09:08:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_f4342c3095b849d696420a8d94ac0402~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Taking a Walk]]></title><description><![CDATA[Winston was walking. He loved hiking and had been lucky enough to travel all over the world, exploring new and wonderful places. But that wasn’t this kind of hike. This was a local walk; nothing new, nothing spectacular – just a morning walk around his hometown. It felt good to be outside, taking-in the early air, and before long he found himself falling into a steady pace. He noticed how his breathing was in time with his steps, inhaling on every third breath. He didn’t know why this felt...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/taking-a-walk</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b9561605</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2026 09:15:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_9bb8a789fc4b4c9fae81a47f9b9f21ef~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Getty-Up Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[She was awake before the alarm went off on her phone. It still startled her though. Bugger. It was always the same on weekday mornings, a feeling in her stomach and chest. A sinking feeling telling her ‘I don’t want to!’ Just like that feeling of dread she felt on Sunday evenings, knowing that school was only a few hours away. Over time she’d come to recognise that Little voice and, with a Little (pun intended) practice, she’d been able to work-out a morning regime which seemed to work.   Big...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/getty-up-time</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615f3</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 08:36:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_9aee6db5de4344e6962c89fd150f7f44~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Blankie: Part Ten]]></title><description><![CDATA[Time seemed weird after that, at times moving far too quickly and at others hardly seeming to move at all. Mike cried more than he felt he’d ever done in his life, and when he wasn’t crying he felt exhausted. He thought he could ‘plough through’ and things would be fine, but after he snapped at one of the kids at school Mike knew he needed to do something. He decided to take some time off work. Sam was in full agreement, and Amy was on her best behaviour so he didn’t feel too guilty.   Mike...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/my-blankie-part-ten</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b956160a</guid><category><![CDATA[My Blankie]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 06:57:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_6037be8bcf14420b9d04a93ed765bd1f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hovis and the Bongos]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hovis, the white rabbit who just happened to be the perfect size to fit under Tom’s arm, had had a bath. Normally, Tom wasn’t a fan of baths, they removing all evidence of adventures. However, Mummy had discovered a magic potion and now Hovis was not just white, but smelled of loveliness.   And that’s how a newly clean Tom and a freshly washed Hovis came to be playing the drums. Tom had had an exciting day with his trusty fellow explorer Archie (the little boy next door). They had found a...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/hovis-and-the-bongos</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b956160c</guid><category><![CDATA[The Adventures of Hovis]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2026 09:18:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_40a27a0352e446e091ea58153ae1ac0a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Building Blocks]]></title><description><![CDATA[He’d only meant to tidy-up after his nephew and niece visited. They were the most beautiful twins imaginable, both with fiery red hair and matching giggles. Danny had never felt the urge to be a parent, but being an uncle was the best thing in the world. What was not so great was all the clearing-up after a visit. How was it that two tiny humans could create such havoc…?   So, there he was, on the floor, trying to collect the detritus of a morning’s hurricane. Danny had a huge toy box in his...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/building-blocks</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b9561612</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2026 13:27:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_502f7cfc0fc94f57af30a9e9856bcd79~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Good Day to Bake]]></title><description><![CDATA[It’s hot. Far, far too hot. Hotter than it should be. Poppy felt grumpy when she was too hot, and that made her want her comfort food. And unfortunately, her comfort food was muffins. Not the ones from shops or cafes, but the ones her mum taught her how to make when she was little. Poppy was growed-up now, all big and sensible, but she didn’t feel like being sensible.   It certainly wasn’t a sensible idea to make muffins on a day where the temperatures were hitting 90 degrees, but it was also...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/a-good-day-to-bake</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b956161d</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2026 09:37:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_e90daf8afce9443d8b9cece9935cc88b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Grumpy]]></title><description><![CDATA[Martin was grumpy. He didn’t want to be, but he was. He’d been having a good day, but then that **** (But Martin didn’t like to use swearies, so he was grumpy instead) cut him up in traffic and his mood took a turn for the worse. Martin didn’t like that. He didn’t like feeling grumpy but he wasn’t sure what to do about it at times like this, when he was stuck in his car. At home he could play or watch something to take his mind out of the grumps, but he couldn’t do that now. Now all he had...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/grumpy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615f1</guid><category><![CDATA[Martin's Stories]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2026 07:35:19 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Further Adventures of Hovis]]></title><description><![CDATA[Although Hovis the Rabbit had many adventures with Tom as they explored the house and garden, it was at night when other escapades occurred. Usually, it was the the full moon which brought the magic, bringing the nursery to life.]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/the-further-adventures-of-hovis</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615f0</guid><category><![CDATA[The Adventures of Hovis]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 08:34:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_fdc253c8f5124aff8842996355d47f5c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Quiet Mile]]></title><description><![CDATA[Every Saturday morning, Daniel wheeled his bike out of the shed whilst his road was still grey and half-asleep. He'd learned, over the years, not to rush this part. There was a small voice in him, his Little side, who liked things to be done in a certain order, otherwise it felt like he’d set-off on the wrong foot (yes, mummy joke :D )   Daniel liked to check his bike and make sure it was ready for a good run out. First, the tyres. He pressed his thumb into the rubber, checking whether they...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/the-quiet-mile</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615f9</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2026 08:57:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_d016e663bf424770b33592698bf4746d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Night-Night, Amelia Rose]]></title><description><![CDATA[The rain had stopped and outside there was the hush that comes afterwards, the kind of quiet that makes home feel like the safest place in the world. "There you are," Bear said, patting the cushion beside the beanbag. "I saved you a spot."   Amelia Rose curled into the beanbag with her colouring book, tongue poking out in concentration as she worked a wobbly purple crayon across a picture of a whale. Bear watched, chin propped on his paws the way he always did. "Careful staying inside the...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/night-night-amelia-rose</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b956160f</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2026 07:33:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_4294ea70a6d1452ab706d44113ef4aed~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Finding a Home: Part Two]]></title><description><![CDATA[Winston had had a horrible day: horrible people were doing horrible things – and it was his job to try and stop them. Not an easy job, no not at all. Though a kind and patient man he found his inner resources stretched to the limit at times - and today was one of those times. Still, he consoled himself on the long drive home: ‘I’ve got the remains of the cheesecake I made last night (and everyone knows it’s always better the next day, once it’s melded).’   There had been an accident on the...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/finding-a-home-part-two</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615fc</guid><category><![CDATA[Finding a Home]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2026 07:53:08 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Adventures of Hovis: Part Two]]></title><description><![CDATA[The thing about Hovis the Rabbit was, well there were a great many things which were lovely about Hovis, but the bestest thing, the thing that made Tom the happiest, was how Hovis fit perfectly into the crook of his arm. That and Hovis had just the right level of floof. So of course that meant that Hovis was pretty much always with Tom: wherever Tom went, Hovis was sure to be. And that meant they had a great many adventures together. One of their adventures went something like this…]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/the-adventures-of-hovis-part-two</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615fb</guid><category><![CDATA[The Adventures of Hovis]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2026 10:36:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_7210c9f7fdd74e228fddba32ce8d131c~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Blankie: Part Nine]]></title><description><![CDATA[The first couple of sessions in therapy were strange in ways Mike hadn’t expected. Bob, his therapist, seemed nice and they got-on fine. He didn’t know where to begin, so he started talking about things which didn’t feel risky; he talked about work and how, though he loved his job, increasingly he felt stretched to achieve more with ever fewer resources. He talked about the kids at school, one in particular who he knew was having a tough time at home, and of feeling guilty that he couldn’t do...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/my-blankie-part-nine</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b9561601</guid><category><![CDATA[My Blankie]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2026 15:40:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_0085ea65e62d4a3ba25d07dd5677d63e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stay Cool]]></title><description><![CDATA[Martin didn’t like the heat. Even in normal times he didn’t like to be hot. He couldn’t wear his jumpers when it was hot. He liked his jumpers. He found a brand that felt just right and felt nice when he stroked the sleeve. But it was too hot for jumpers. And these past few days were REALLY HOT. And so Martin was grumpy.   And he it felt too hot to eat his favourite foods. He didn’t even really feel like eating – and that wasn’t like Martin, no not at all. So Martin was grumpy.   He knew he...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/stay-cool</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b9561613</guid><category><![CDATA[Martin's Stories]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2026 08:23:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_757a40283514453fb76381b36f84a798~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Adventures of Hovis: Part One]]></title><description><![CDATA[Firstly, it’s important to know that there is a whale called Waylon. Waylon the Musical Whale. He didn’t know how it was that he was a musician, he just seemed to have been born with musical ability. Some of the other toys in the nursery were envious. Not jealous, not mean, more that they too wished they too had his talent. Waylon was very proud of his singing skills, but there was one thing he wished he could do more than anything: some of the other stuffies got to travel around the house,...]]></description><link>https://abmummygrace.wixsite.com/website/post/the-adventures-of-hovis-part-one</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ae31d5d372b9756b95615f5</guid><category><![CDATA[The Adventures of Hovis]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2026 13:33:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/be6712_999a72612f9949d2af397c9e5e7109b5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Grace Rogers</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>