Monthly Archives: April 2007

I’m not one to iron if I don’t have to. The children’s school uniforms are never sullied by steam. It’s as much as I can do to get them out of the house without breakfast all down them, and since … Continue reading →

Yesterday Ben came home from school with a list. “It’s all the things a boy should have,” he told me, “Mark found it in a book about boys.” “The Dangerous Book for Boys?” I enquire. “Yes, that’s it!” he says, … Continue reading →

So now I find we may soon be breaking the law by allowing our daughter to have a thimble full of wine with dinner once in a while. The argument on the Today programme this morning was about 11-15 years … Continue reading →

When your son starts learning to play the guitar, the last thing you expect him to come home practising is something from a time before he was born, before even some of his friends’ parents were born – not us … Continue reading →

Like the guinea pigs, I’m thoroughly institutionalised. They prefer the limitations of their enclosure to the frighteningly wide open spaces of the outside world, and I suddenly find I’m relieved to be sent home from a rare night out at … Continue reading →

… dance first at the kids’ disco. Well I had to, otherwise they wouldn’t have found the courage to dance and they’d have missed out on fun and frolics with Mc Fly. We were on our way back from France … Continue reading →

My morning so far (it’s now 09.16) 1 – Alarm goes off at 07.20, listen to Radio 4 until sports news, then crawl out of bed 2 – On the way to the bathroom check Hannah is awake, and venture … Continue reading →

Just look at him – those clothes, that hair, those Freeman Hardy and Willis shoes – just £5.99 and they saw him across Nepal and the rest of the Hippy Trail, or so he tells me. And now, those flowing … Continue reading →