You can tell it’s the end of the school year. The children have been getting more excitable and us parents have got a bit slack at doing homework and ensuring the school uniform is ironed and pristine (or is it just me?)
When I became a stay at home father, many aspects of the role were predictable and expected. I knew I would be one of a tiny number of dads in the playground. I knew, in time, that I’d figure out where the best local supermarkets were and that I’d end up doing more baking than
A couple of weeks ago I posted this picture on my blog, it’s an image I thought encapsulated childhood perfectly. Going through a memory card yesterday, I found this picture, taken during the recent half term. Although technically inferior, I think this image also shows what childhood should be about.
As a kid, I played some tennis. In fact as a teenager, my family had collective lessons for a short while; mother, stepfather and I on the tennis court together (my brothers being too young). Alas, I put down my tennis racket at about the age of 14 and have barely touched one since. Regular
As I’ve mentioned before, it’s been a hectic time at home recently. We’re preparing for two lots of building work (don’t ask) we’ve been getting ready for Christmas plus, at one time or another, we’ve all caught the lurgy. As a family we’ve spent too much time indoors. This morning the sun came out and,
