Odd jobs for men? A funny thing happened on Instagram recently that made me wonder what the hell some fellow husbands and dads are doing. Since smashing my new phone, and it being impossible to replace the screen without resorting to criminality, I've not been posting as many pics. My old Wileyfox Swift is a … Continue reading Stop being a lazy bugger!
Sea swimming, canoeing and paddle boarding on a Bank Holiday Weekend Most people might think moving to the coast when you're scared of open water would be a daft thing to do. I mean, who would want to live right next to the vast expanse of water that makes you so uneasy??? Hello! I'm Phil. … Continue reading Scared of water?
The Girl will have travelled about 2.464 billion miles around the sun by the time she starts school in a few weeks. This figure does not include the number of miles trekked to find toilets at the least convenient time whenever we're out and about, but I reckon you could probably double it and be … Continue reading Is she ready for school?
First up, a confession - despite the post title, this table wasn't put together that quickly! However, I think that was mainly due to my lack of a decent chunk of free time to get on with it, and the regular occasional interruption by my offspring during various stages. That said, I reckon this is … Continue reading Quick improvised kids table
"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