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“Always look on the bright side of life,” sang the Monty Python crew and for once I’m going to take the British comedians up on their offer. I know, I know. It’s incredible, but it’s true. Instead of using this Continue reading
As a dad blogger/writer, I’m obliged to publish something about Father’s Day. I know this, because my Twitter and Facebook feeds are filled with links to articles about Continue reading
Don’t worry, this isn’t becoming a daily thing. But in the interests of full disclosure, I felt it only right to tell you that this morning I… Continue reading
Good day to everyone, and thank you for asking about a morning that in my view perfectly explains how your life changes when you have kids. What I mean by this is… Continue reading
There isn’t one. Next question. Sorry, I’m in a grump because three of my most recent flights with my son have been about as enjoyable as a long weekend with the Norovirus. Continue reading
Wow, what a question. It’s a real show-stopper that’s prompted me to warm up my vocal cords, shake my jazz hands and Continue reading
Have you ever felt like the world is out to get you? Why am I even asking this question? Of course you have. You’re human, so at some point or other you’ll have Continue reading
Full disclosure: no-one actually sent me this question. But since I haven’t posted for a while (holiday, life, actual work, injury, yadayadayada), I decided to Continue reading
When I think about bibs, I think about my son’s drool. This makes me think about his teething. This makes me think about sleep deprivation. And this makes me think about the time I was tortured by the SAS. True story. I’d love to tell you more, but if I did I would have to kill you. Not really. I’d just not be able to offer you the following deal. If you vote for me in the Fresh Voice category of the Britmums Brilliance in Blogging awards
, I’ll publish my tale of, ahem, heroism in the face of brutality. Oooooooh. How exciting, especially since there’s a video I can embed and everything.
Well, what are you waiting for? Vote me and I’ll cough up the goods quicker than I – spoiler alert – asked the nice SAS men to stop hanging me from the ceiling.
Things. Just. Got. Interesting. I say this for two reasons. First, because everything I write in this reply can and will be held against me by Continue reading