I looked at my phone. I simply didn’t recognise it. The icons were in completely different places. I immediately guessed what had happened; Helen, my nine year old daughter, had been playing with it.
This may sound like an odd thing to say, but it’s very difficult to see the sunset where we live. Last night I ventured out to take photographs of some nearby meadow land that has come to life with flowers in the recent sunshine. I happened to look up and felt this dramatic sunset made for a better image.
Following on from the blog post I wrote yesterday about our impending house sale, I have to ask if you’ve ever felt guilt at hiring a cleaner or someone to do domestic chores for you? A quick web search throws up some fascinating results, suggesting that ‘cleaner / gardener / window cleaner (delete as applicable) guilt’ is a genuine phenomenon.
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?