In preparation for our house move, I have just cleared out a cupboard that’s situated under the stairs. While doing so, I was reunited with an old friend. Not a human friend, but an old Diaper Dude changing bag that used to travel with me everywhere when Izzy was in nappies.
When I was a young boy, about nine years of age, my mother and I spent a day in London visiting the sights. Among the places we visited was Madame Tussauds. I’ve been meaning to return ever since but just never quite got around to it.
I was sat at the edge of a school hall while my kids took part in a gymnastics class. When I looked around at the other parents in the room, it confirmed something I’ve been thinking for some months now: I have entered a new stage in my journey as a stay at home dad.
I recently had the pleasure of driving to Guildford. While on the road, I was listening to the radio.
Last weekend my memory failed me. I was supposed to have arranged something for my kids, but it completely slipped my mind leading to red faces all around, none redder than mine.
