The Walking Disaster
byDespite clear leaps forward over the last hundred years with such things as indoor loos, disposable nappies, snot sucker-outerers, nappy wipes, toddler-leashes & Phenergan, I’m not convinced parenting is getting any easier.
Despite clear leaps forward over the last hundred years with such things as indoor loos, disposable nappies, snot sucker-outerers, nappy wipes, toddler-leashes & Phenergan, I’m not convinced parenting is getting any easier.
I haven’t heard from my sister-in-law, Shelley, since her birthday and I’m a little worried she thinks I’ve been a cock.
I don’t think there’ll be a single chuckle in this whole post, and for that I apologise. Fact is, I pretty much just want to skite a bit.
I just want to say thank you. AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
You know how sometimes good and proper friends arrive at your house with a couple of coffees from down the road to make your day?
Tracey and I are purposefully trying to spend less time in front of our screens and more time walking around the house wondering what people do when they aren’t on the internet. And it’s had its problems.
Some people can’t handle their alcohol. They become arrogant and abusive, like certain politicians speaking under parliamentary privilege they say and do things they know aren’t acceptable in normal society.
I made my wife cry big, face scrunching tears of joy.