Just like Andy, the wheelchair bound character in Little Britain, my boys know it all. I’m so lucky to have two geniuses…es…. in the family. Clearly they don’t get it from me. Since the age…
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….
There is nothing better than wrestling with my boys. They love it. As do I. Both of them are into American Wrestling (WWE), with characters like John Cena, The Big Show and The Undertaker. I…
“Maybe this blog should be written on the boat so your pre and post dive emotions comes across…” emails my friend, my blues brother, my old mate Jeremy, a couple of days before we leave…
I haven’t written in a while. I made a promise to myself when I started writing that it wouldn’t be forced. If I had something to say or a story to tell then it should flow…
I am miserable. I can’t shake off the warmth of the sun and the taste of the cocktails from our recent overseas holiday. End of holiday blues. I realise it makes me sound like a…
Words to make your heart melt. However it can often feel like a real chore to lie down with your child at night. When you put your little one to bed – you want them…
Rob Harris
