A very awkward play date dilemma
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.
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 other day I found myself at home on my own. It was a rare moment; these things don’t happen often. Helen was at school, Elizabeth was at pre-school and I was supposed to be in London for a meeting of the All Party Parliamentary Group on Fatherhood. Alas, I had transport issues so had
There has been a lot of discussion about friendships and relationships in this household over the past week or so. Toddler Adams has reached an age where she’s started to make friends whereas Helen, who is six, has been presented with a few different issues that have necessitated “having a chat with dad” (or indeed
Well that was it; the summer holidays have begun and my first born child has completed her first year at school. She’s ending the academic year a very different individual to the one that trotted into that classroom one sunny day last September. I feel a certain sense of sadness because I can see her