Lunchtime
It’s lunchtime in the officegiven that I have nothing better to do, I could get on with my work, but messages to the contrary seem to be plastered all over t...
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Parents Versus Children
While the rest of the household scraped themselves out of bed this morning, I headed for the local rugby club with our middle girl for her final training ses...
Walking To Work
For the past several days I have been walking to work, on account of snapping the crank on my bike in half. I would like to think my undiscovered superpowers...
The Liebster Award
Having resurrected this blog from the halls of anonymity at the weekend, I was shocked, stunned and amazed to discover that somebodyobviously of wonderful ju...
Triggers Toothbrush
I just had perhaps the most bizarre conversation with our eldest daughter in quite some time. We will try to ignore that I met her at the foot of the stairs ...
Stopping And Starting
Following months of travelling to distant destinations with work this year, and scrambled days at home washing clothes and re-packing cases, I began to quest...
It Feels Really Strange
I have been back in the office this weekwellsince Wednesday, when I returned after having time off at Easter. Even being back here a few days feels really, r...
The One Where Miss 9 Finally Learned To Swim
Today will go down on the record as the day Miss Nine finally conquered swimming. She has been swimming (head down, torpedo like) since last summer, but has ...
The One Where The Children Filled The Bath With Green Goo
I interrupted a game of Mario Party on the Wii this morning to ask our younger children (who are on their last day off school) to get dressed. After a few mi...
Disappearing
For the past several days a little thought has niggled at the back of my brain, labelled “should write a blog post at some point”. I used to write nearly eve...