Duck!
“More bed, Gandad!” R and I went to Cardiff today, to see our Best Boy for the first time in eleven days (our co-grandparents having kindly volunteered to do an extra day with him last week, while R and I … Continued
Deer wi’ hawnsh on head
I’m going to gloss over the horrors of Friday night, I think. Suffice it to say that it didn’t go well. Nevertheless, the Boy (who, to be fair, managed around nine hours of sleep – albeit in chunks – which … Continued
Testing times
Today was earmarked for unpacking and setting up the R5, and – apart from about half an hour wandering around the garden, and an hour or so helping R to resolve an unexpected domestic crisis – I spent the whole … Continued
More ‘tick!
“Would you like to go to the playground in the park?” enquired R. “Yes,” said B. “Mmmmm,” I said warningly. “It’ll be crazy on a Sunday.” “Probably not, at this time,” said R – at which point I realised that … Continued
Concentration
Baby B slept the sleep of the righteous for nine and a half uninterrupted hours, bouncing awake in play mode at 5.15am. I, on the other hand, had lain awake through most of the night, worrying that he was too … Continued
Strummer
The last small blonde boy who learned to love guitars at R’s knee is now a (30-year old, 6’4″) professional musician. Just sayin’. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to post this, could I? In the circumstances.
