We’re into the summer holidays and every day that passes, Izzy gets closer to starting school and slowly but surely, she is disengaging from pre-school. We’ve already been through this with Helen, but now it’s the turn of her younger sister. I’ve been reminiscing about the many years my kids have spent attending nursery and
Being a father of daughters means I have been given an insight into aspects of life that some men never experience. This Christmas time I have added a new experience to the list: visiting a women’s hair stylist.
The following is a statement of fact: I am not a hairdresser. For some reason, however, Izzy, our three-year-old, has declared that I am the only person who can cut her hair.
Anyone that read my recent blog post about hair care will know that my wife and I took the decision to get our eldest daughter’s beautiful, long hair cut. I can report the deed is now done. Helen will be returning to school today (…training day yesterday you see) with hair several centimetres shorter and
