Like William Wallace facing the English at the battle of Stirling Bridge I stand at the door of the laundry resolute in my fight to rid the room of its dirty clothing. I am determined…
Last night Max complained to the point of tears that he had a sore tooth. To his credit the emergency dentist said she was surprised he hadn’t come in sooner. The inflamed and tender corn…
Little boys are disgusting. It should be no surprise. Yet I am surprised each time I enter my bathroom. It often resembles the toilet scene from Trainspotting when Renton enters “the worst toilet in Scotland”:…
Father’s Day is done. We have been out for dinner. I’m knackered. I retreat to my bedroom and relax on the bed. It’s 7.30pm. I watch TV as the boys play loudly outside my room….
Rob Harris