A Magical Man-flu Moment
bySickness hits us menfolk harder because it knows we can take it.
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
Sickness hits us menfolk harder because it knows we can take it.
“Come in here,” Tracey whispered to me when I arrived home from one particularly exhausting solo expedition to the grandparents. She was indicating the bedroom.
“Alright!” I thought to myself, all tiredness swept aside in a rush of adrenaline.
I should have known better.
I remember watching my Dad on Christmas morning sitting in a big chair behind us kids, a pile of presents growing larger on the floor beside him. Whereas we’d be tearing the paper off our gifts the moment they touched our fingers, most years he wouldn’t even have opened any of his by the time all the presents were handed out.
“The kids slept well,” Tracey said to me when she emerged from the bedroom this morning. It was a statement, not a question. I…
Gaming is very different today to when my brother and I were kids. I can still remember being totally enthralled for hours playing Pong…
A girl I know, whose husband works away in the mines for weeks at a stretch, was asked to send her man a photo…
A friend of mine, whose five kids have moved out, was fretting to me this evening about Christmas. She’s very worried the whole family…
“So, Bruce,” said the familiar voice on the phone – a friend who works at the council. “I’ve called up for a dose of…
Seeing my oldest son, Master20, causes me pain these days.
For a law-abiding, upstanding citizen my mother sure knew how to tell a furby.
“Knee butter!” screamed Miss2 for the umpteenth time. It was 5.00am and we’d been at this for nearly half an hour. I was seriously regretting not pretending to be asleep when she stumbled into our room so my wife could have got up and sorted this out.
“Aaagh!” yelled Master7, stumbling out of his bedroom and into the living room. He was rubbing his eyes so fiercely I thought he’d been…
“Tracey! The baby is putting all sorts of stuff in her mouth. You know you shouldn’t trust me with this sort of thing. It’s very irresponsible of you!”
A family member has taken their little family away for two days well deserved R & R so we’re babysitting their talking bird. Shoot me. Or the bird. Either way.
This morning, because I’m hilarious, I placed a nappy under Tracey’s pillow for her to find tonight. I figured we’d have a giggle. Turns out I…