I don’t know about you, but I find it staggering how quickly my children can get to grips with digital technology. I thought my generation was tech savy, but we seem to be raising children who are considerably more at ease with PCs, tablets, mobiles and so on. I appreciate that makes me sound like I’m
Each year I plant a number of vegetables and always try to get my eldest daughter involved. This picture is of a freshly germinated tomato plant. Helen and I planted them just a couple of weeks back and with the turn in the weather, they’re all starting to germinate. I wouldn’t claim to be a
Child Number One has started making her own books. She’s drawing pictures and writing captions on several sheets of A4 paper before binding them with sticky tape. It’s very sweet to watch and is excellent practice for her reading and writing. It’s also a joy to know she finds books inspiring. The only thing is,
There is no point to this blog post. It is not a call to action or a demand that policy makers do stuff to make life for parents easier. It is simply a tale of how I struggled to get my daughter some basic medical treatment when she caught conjunctivitis. Crucially, it is not a
Where are the stepfathers and stepsons? This may sound like a very blunt question but seriously, where are they? I’ve been inspired to ask this question by the Times newspaper. Just the other day it published an exceedingly dreary and dreadfully predictable feature. On the front cover of its Body and Soul section it promised,
