It has taken a few weeks to think rationally on the events of that evening, two weeks ago. The consequences of which are still unknown. It wasn’t my finest hour. But when I look back in the cold light of day, having put some distance between then and now, I would do exactly the same […]
Fucking footy cards. If I get asked to buy one more pack I could explode. Footy cards are the cause of 90% of the angst in our household. I hope the person that introduced them to Australia has girls not boys. If he had boys they would have all the cards they wanted. So I […]
Hey boys here’s a story that I want you to hear Come close while I tell you I want to be clear There was a time in mum’s life when she did not shout She did not get upset, lose the plot or pout Believe it or not she did not always say no. […]
I had a minor panic attack last weekend. I dropped one of my kids off at the wrong party and drove the other to the wrong sports ground for their football match. It never used to be like this. Up until a few weeks ago I could remember the various commitments my boys had. A […]
Running naked through the house is a nightly occurrence for both my boys. But for Zak, my 7 year old this tends to go hand in hand (no pun intended) with his regular one man puppetry of the penis routine. I tell him as he tugs and pulls at his little fella’ stretching it to within […]
