I won’t lie to you. This post was not written by Mr B, but if it were it might go a little something like this (or not, who knows)… You know you’re a Daddy when: 1. There is only “bobbins” on the CD multi-changer in the car. Bobbins and Barbara Streisand. In that f*cking order. … [Read more…]
So good at this mother daughter business am I, that I left a panicked and rather garbled message on my mum’s phone wishing her Happy Mother’s Day last Sunday. Yes, I am that good. I then went on to stir up panic in my sister who lives in Germany, and so may also have missed … [Read more…]
As much as it is a joy witnessing your child learning to speak, and it is a joy, it comes at a price. The joy, it seems, is not entirely unmitigated. Joy and yikes! come in almost equal measure in fact. In particular there has been much joy at the occasional use of ‘please’ and ‘yanks’ … [Read more…]
I’m sorry. Sorry. For myself and now for my daughter. Yikes. If ever there was a word to come out of my mouth too easily, and too often, it is the word sorry. I suspect that I often say sorry when what I really want is for someone to say it to me. Like, erm, … [Read more…]
Yay. Friday Club is back. As always, thanks to Ella for the inspiration and for being such a lovely host. Boo. I wanted to write a poem but I quite simply cannot get my shit together so have reverted to good old blog prose. I am absolutely dashing to make the deadline… Anyway, Bibsey my … [Read more…]
