I Haven’t Changed a Bit – Or Have I?
byI’m not just a bit of meat. I have feelings too.
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
I’m not just a bit of meat. I have feelings too.
An update on our bus preparations.
I shuffled off to my doctor because I’ve been having difficulties keeping Tracey happy…
As usual, the first I knew there was any sort of problem was screaming.
Exhibit A and Exhibit B look essentially the same to me.
Name something that has a chef. I bet you can’t. Nope, you’re wrong. Guarantee it. But don’t be too hard on yourself, we were too.
“Cats always land on their feet,” Miss4 informed me, before turning back to the screen. See! I’m virtually home schooling already.
I’ve come to this realisation: one day I will become my father. I think it’s destiny for most of us, and I’ve decided to change my approach.
It’s such a proud parenting moment when you learn your kid is setting aside her own schedule to help a friend in need.
Tracey was standing in the door posing sexily in a way which always makes me chuckle for the cheeky audacity of this wonderful woman. But as a husband with 16 years experience I knew this was no time to relax. This was a test.
How long were these holidays? How many months? Because really, that’s the only way to explain how poorly we just did at the first day back to school this term.
It’s early days, so I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make money out of this yet, but I suspect one of my daughters might have a superpower.
At no point while fantasising about the future Tracey and I might have together did I ever consider we’d one day be in a position to compare scars.
I don’t think I could ever be accused of exaggerating so when I say it was like something out of The Blair Witch Project…
I think I now know why the school day finishes at 3pm.