The Christmas and New Year holidays have given us all the opportunity to spend more time at home with our families. This is, of course, a wonderful thing, with one exception; it means greater opportunity for unwanted and unwarranted interference in the kitchen while cooking.
It’s easy to forget the true meaning of Christmas. The present buying, the parties, the preparations for the kid’s Christmas show and so on make it a very busy time. It’s easy to forget this is a religious celebration with the concept of charity and gift-giving at its core. With this in mind, I thought
I ran away from home when I was a teenager. I didn’t do a particularly good job of it. After a few hours I phoned home from a call box (remember them?) and asked for someone to come and pick me up from a nearby village. My running away was the result of a petty
This is an amended version of my most recent Huffington Post blog. My recent blog article for the Huffington Post outlined just how sexist the world of parenting can be and highlighted some of the barriers us fathers face.
Today has been one of those days where there was lot of parenting by DVD. I’ve been ill, the rain’s been chucking it down so we’ve only been able to go outside for a short spell and my wife’s still recovering from having given birth a couple of weeks ago. Something has had to give.
