I’d had an uneasy feeling for a while to be honest. Things hadn’t been quite going to plan. B was a little agitated with it all and I was feeling very much alone. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it (although later that option was offered). And then it hit me. Literally. Right between…Read more Testing…1…2…3
World War 3
This week I have learned a valuable lesson. I have also learned my place in the pecking order of this house. The place where I sit in the intellectual standings; where I sit in the food chain. One of the joys of a baby is the new found ability to explore numbers on a clock…Read more World War 3
Small Print
I am duty bound to state that I am receiving payment for this blog from the fine people at “Real World Cruises & Experiences – Allowing our customers to experience the undiscovered beauty of war zones, civil conflicts and parenthood for over 40 years. Our moto? - Why waste money on a return ticket?”. Therefore,…Read more Small Print
Off they went with a Trumpety Trump… Trump, Trump, Bastard.
Classic dad week this week. Saturday I had my first experience of a soft play centre. As you know I’m late to this fathering business and I had previously managed to avoid such japes. However, B was as high as a 3 year old on red bull (other racing cars are available) and the weather…Read more Off they went with a Trumpety Trump… Trump, Trump, Bastard.
Super-califragilistic
So, I’m getting closer and closer to our due date and I’m worried that I’m not going to be there for Mrs DB at the time she needs to push the hardest. I worry that I’ll be in the clutches of another woman. A woman who has started to get a grip on me that…Read more Super-califragilistic
Artificial Intelligence
So I survived Christmas. The mince pie soup was lovely and the man-made Christmas decorations were a choking hazard [Those Crafty Little…]. Christmas with a 3 year old is certainly a different beast and the present buying requirements were slightly increased beyond the novelty slippers and box of Ferrero Rocher for Mrs DB. My mind…Read more Artificial Intelligence
Those Crafty Little…
For many people Christmas is a happy time, where families get together and realise that in fact they really do dislike each other as much as they suspected they did last year and that there is a reason why we don’t see Uncle Martin very often. I’ve always thought Christmas is somewhat overrated but thought…Read more Those Crafty Little…
Team GB
Lies in. Nice coffee. Hot coffee. Long bike rides in the country. Having the girls from playgroup round for a catch up. Writing a book. Renting a field and getting a couple of cows. Oooh – a small second hand sports car. A doer up-er. Hang on a second... this is my chance to take…Read more Team GB
Misplaced Excitement
As some of you will be aware, I’ve had terminal lurgy of late. Despite the doctor’s prognosis, I’ve pulled myself together and am going to make it. However, I think in the process I may have nearly killed Mrs DB. Ah well, she knew what she was getting herself into when she married me. So…Read more Misplaced Excitement
Count Your Blessings
You may not think this but you’re all very lucky that you’re reading this. This week has been hell and quite frankly I’ve been a hero. The adoption process has thrown up many trials and tribulations over the last few months but the last week has been the most harrowing of them all frankly. I’ve…Read more Count Your Blessings
Dad's Barmy 