"Daddy, what happened in Manchester and London?"
Me. The Boy. A tent. One night. What could possibly go wrong? That was my initial reaction to the suggestion that I take him ‘proper camping’ as his birthday treat. We tend not to give the kids big presents on their birthdays – the wider family seems to have that covered – so instead, we … Continue reading Giving myself a break
The first working day back after a bank holiday was, as ever, slightly confusing. Is it Monday? Is it Tuesday? Can I go back to bed? Where are my shoes? Why are you in my house?! Anyway, at least it means one less day until the weekend. Grand! Though that also means, one day less to … Continue reading What a difference a day makes
Being an island in the north Atlantic Ocean, it's not surprising that us Brits have an affinity with the water. But growing up in the Pennines, about 40 miles as the crow flies from the nearest bit of coast and 70 miles from the mandatory seaside trip to Whitby, there wasn't a great deal of … Continue reading Get wet
Turns out that living by the sea on the south coast (sort of) has its advantages. Came home from work, and while sat having tea, we somehow decided to go to the beach. Not just a stroll to the beach down the road, which is nice enough, but a quick pootle around the bay to … Continue reading Those summer nights…
"Northerners are better than southerners," is how I chose to hear what my Kentish wife said. "Stating the blimmin' obvious..." replied my inner monologue. Whilst this wasn't about the North's most obvious superior qualities - cuisine, weather*, manners - it did get me thinking a bit about my life at the bottom of the country. … Continue reading Butties, brews and bairns
It’s Springwatch time again – which in casa del Frolics is a great excuse to sit around the telly and find out a bit more about the wonderful wildlife we take for granted. Another reason I enjoy it links back to my study days, and a module on the history of political thought. Obviously. For … Continue reading Going wild
(Then) four year-old boy’s homework: Make or draw a rocket for this term’s topic on space. Cue big grin on daddy’s face. Me: Do you want to make one, or draw one? Boy: Make one! Me: Do you want to make a model, or one that flies. Boy: One that flies! Me: Excellent... I love space. … Continue reading Rocket fun for the family
Planning a child's birthday celebration isn't as appealing as it sounds.
In a few weeks time, I'll be the father of a 3 and a 5 year old. If you'd have told me that a few years ago I'd have freaked out, but ever since monkey bum came into my life I've discovered I'm not as terrified of children as I thought I was. Yes, they're … Continue reading Prime time