A couple of years ago I spent some time staring at a screen, scrawling and trawling through endless digital alleyways trying to piece together the story of the Ps. My family. As luck would have it, I have a reasonably unusual surname and as a consequence following a family trail, once I’d fixed on it,… Continue reading Who the hell do I think I am?
We’ve arrived at Friday afternoon and I’ve been thinking what to post about for days. It could be cat related and that would be a winner. Yes, we have a cat who could rival the cuteness and loyalty of that one in the movie. (I’ve been out all day and he’s come to sit beside… Continue reading Instant karma’s gonna get you…
‘Tis the season to be jelly and fathers everywhere will be taking to the party dance floor whilst their offspring head for cover and deny any relationship. Some will turn and cringe. Others will decide that it’s time for that crafty cigarette they’ve been longing for. Others will accept that Dad likes to dance just… Continue reading Dancing tips for Dads
Once in a while as we blissfully glide through our freeform lives we experience moments that are at once so enriching and moving that they form a part of our make-up. They become a part of who we are since this enrichment sits there, quietly smirking, in the back our minds. “Gotcha there, didn’t I,”… Continue reading It sits there, in my mind, smirking….
My wife tells me that she believes that one of the reasons that we chug along merrily together is that we still have the ability to surprise each other. When she says that I have surprised her ( short of creeping up behind her with an inflated paper bag) it’s a surprise to me –… Continue reading Surprises, surprises……
Now, I’ll admit that I’m quite smug about the fact that I’m reasonably fit and, as I approach my late fifties, I’m no couch potato. My resting heart rate is practically reptilian. I run at least twice a week and cycle when not running. But I can’t fathom those strange injuries that come from nowhere.… Continue reading Another sandwich related injury..
My wife likes cushions. My wife likes cushions a lot – or is that, my wife likes a lot of cushions. Spurred on by piles of Home Interior and Style magazines, which in themselves could provide a firm cushion, we have accumulated an arsenal of cushions (if you are into cushion fights, that is). We… Continue reading A good use for a pile of cushions