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
A short break to stay on the Elmley Nature Reserve on the Isle of Sheppey in Kent.
Back in 'the day' (whenever that was???), a day off meant a lie-in, no hurry for train, and general lounging about doing whatever took my fancy. Now, as I've got the best job in the world (obviously mean being a dad - sorry boss if you're reading this!) my days off tend to revolve around … Continue reading Day off
Another hiccup in the house sale, and some nobber taking eight weeks to decide to pull out of the chain, means I'm still not with my family in the new house. Not gonna moan (apart from the nobber comment above, which I've toned down considerably), but thankfully, I had a few days off last week … Continue reading Morsel of good life
"But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day" Benjamin Disraeli Yesterday, Monkey bum was six months old. How in the name of all that is holy did that happen?! Somehow, the earth has rotated halfway around the sun, and spun upon it's own axis 185 times since … Continue reading Half a year away
They fuck you up, your mum and dad, They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had, And add some extra, just for you. Philip Larkin, This be the verse It’s been a whole month since Elijah (Eli – said in broad Yorkshire accent) Lewis Sutcliffe entered the world. … Continue reading A month of son days
So I’m gonna be a dad in a couple of months, and naturally one of the first things to pop into my mind when I found out was: where the hell is it going to live? We live in a one-and-a-half bedroom bungalow and the spare room is made up of a couple of shelves, … Continue reading Making a nursery