Every now and again, a reader of this blog comes up with a superb idea for something I could write about. I was chatting to a dad recently who did just that. Would I, he said, consider writing a dad’s guide to the school run?
I’m facing a dilemma, a play date dilemma. It involves a friend of Helen, my daughter, someone she knows from a weekend activity club she sometimes attends.
The latter half of this week was supposed to be all about photography. As a family, we had returned to the Cotswolds for a few days. Helen and Izzy were going to camp in granny and granddad’s garden and I wanted to catch up with friends and family.
I have a confession to make. I am a fan of the fidget spinner. When my kids aren’t around, I often find myself searching the house in an attempt to get my hands on one so I can have a go myself.
There’s an aspect of this parenting thing where I’m struggling. I would say failing, but that’s such a loaded word. The issue: hair care for girls, or my daughters to be more precise.
