It’s been a while since I have posted any photography to the blog. I’m afraid this is simply because I have been snowed under both with my studies and with our forthcoming house move. This picture was taken from Hungerford Footbridge in central London and while I’ve taken many images from that bridge and posted
When I was a kid, I once got in huge trouble for writing in the family’s address book in pen. I’d specifically been instructed by my mother to update it in pencil and both she and my stepfather were forthright in expressing their disapproval of my actions.
Do you ever experience play date paranoia? You know, the fear that while a child is in your care you do something utterly foreign to their background or family?
The other day I found myself at home on my own. It was a rare moment; these things don’t happen often. Helen was at school, Elizabeth was at pre-school and I was supposed to be in London for a meeting of the All Party Parliamentary Group on Fatherhood. Alas, I had transport issues so had
Alison was stood next to the friendship bench. She was the only one in the playground that wasn’t engaged in conversation and this made her feel awkward. Even so, she couldn’t bring herself to sit on the bench. It wasn’t possible to do so without attracting comment. Someone would stroll past and make a joke
