Cheese

It’s good to see that the surreal is alive and well in the child that sits in the back seat of my car. When told from the front to the back that in fact this child of mine smelled of cheese, he slapped his thigh and laughed with a sigh and declared that in fact […]

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Just do it

I’m guilty. Guilty of not doing stuff with my son because I think it will be a faff, or a struggle or he’ll be too tired or won’t behave. That I’ll be embarrassed having to tell him off, that there will be nappies. Stuff like that. This weekend I could have said no to 2 […]

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