Something is going on in this household that is leaving me intrigued yet intensely irritated. I want to see if any of my readers can relate to my great source of annoyance and mystery.
Nappy changing is one of the strangest aspects of parenting. It can be messy and so it’s totally understandable why people don’t look forward to it.
Just the other day I was given the opportunity to try and answer an impossible question. The question was thus: Just how are men and masculinity represented in the media and how does this reinforce stereotypes or, indeed, reflect positively on men.
I am beginning to wonder if I need to redefine second child syndrome. I’ve always thought of the second child as the one who follows in the shadow of their older sibling. Mum and dad can’t remember how much they weighed when they were born, they wear hand me downs and there are only two
It was the clocks going back that gave me a nasty shock. The clock radio in our bedroom had been 35 minutes fast for about two years. Mrs Adams and I never put it right because, apparently, we couldn’t figure out how to do it.
