Hurry up and meet her, Dad!

Recently I was lucky enough to go to New Orleans for work. We headed out there early, spent a few days doing tourist and culture stuff (ie drinking heavily) before doing a little work (and more drinking). Meant that I didn't see my kids for a little longer than normal, and so when I returned... Continue Reading →

New Year, Same Me

I hate Marmite. I hate gherkins. I hate most adverts. I hate stubbing my toe on the same piece of furniture that hasn't been moved in seven years so I should fucking know where it fucking is by fucking now, shouldn't I. I do not hate New Years. Nor do I love it. It is... Continue Reading →

A rare plea from me…

I hate asking for support. I've always been proud to the point of being stubborn, and it's caused me no end of trouble over the years. My sister goes on at me about getting a cleaner, for example (she has one as, despite only working one day a week, having two primary age boys means... Continue Reading →

Parental Logistics Suck

I used to joke that my first child changed everything, but after that the rest were simply a matter of logistics. It's sort of true; the first time you do it, everything about your life changes. You go from only being responsible for yourself to having another human life entirely and utterly dependant upon you.... Continue Reading →

Dating and mental health

Life, at the best of times, isn't always easy. Even those who have a loving partner, are surrounded by friends and family, have a stable job they are good at and have no health or money concerns still find times when things just get on top of them. Life puts pressure on us all constantly,... Continue Reading →

I’m ready

I’m ready. It’s been long enough. The hurt has gone, the pain is in the past. I’m settled, happy, content, hopeful. I’m ready. Ready to meet her. The person who is out there, Right now, Living her life not knowing I exist. The places we will see! The food we will eat! The laughs we... Continue Reading →

Kiss Kiss, bang bang

My first kiss was with Katie Patterson in the shed in her garden two doors down from my childhood home. Her big sister had locked us in there and there were half a dozen kids outside too, all of whom knew there was a mutual crush going on between us and were determined to force... Continue Reading →

Emotional hills

When I was about 15 years old I was a bit of an athlete. I was one of those annoying kids who just found it relatively easy to do the basics well enough for cricket, football, running and more, so was on all the school teams and competed loads. At one cross country race we... Continue Reading →

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