
“Daddy, can I have my ears pierced please?”
My eight-year-old daughter has just asked a question, one that causes me a little pain. Yes my friends, she asked if she could have her ears pierced.
My eight-year-old daughter has just asked a question, one that causes me a little pain. Yes my friends, she asked if she could have her ears pierced.
With it being half-term, I took my daughters, Helen and Izzy, to the beach earlier this week. During our visit, I took this image of a couple of seagulls in flight.
The past few weeks have been a time of great contrasts in our vegetable garden. We seem to have gone from a near wipe-out of all our crops to amazing growth plus a new addition to our vegetable patch.
Picture the scene. I’m in a park with my kids. Helen, my eight-year-old, is sitting in a roundabout-style device with a couple of other children.
There I was, sat in the car with my two children, both of whom were in a demanding mood. The sun was out, it was hot, we were running late for Helen’s gymnastics class and we’d hit every red light on the way. It was creating stress I really didn’t need. Having cleared the last