This week on dorsetdad.co.uk my kitchen table needs fumigating, my son aims an ice cube through a crowd, and I need more hand gel. Curious?
If I let you inside my mind on a Friday afternoon, you would just see pictures of food passing by, in anticipation of a fantastic meal when I got home. I’m not sure why, but Friday evening meals always seem to be a bit more exiting, so the drive home was a little quicker than […]
This weekend has been a hard one. After a long and hard day at work Friday, I got home to find my little girl on the sofa with a face like she was sucking a packet of sour sweets. It turned out she had a splinter from some school’s wooden decking stuck in her foot […]
Some days I come home from work and can hear heated exchanges as I put my keys to the door, and I have to confess I take the key back out and wait. Tonight was quiet, very quiet, almost too quiet. Either something big just went down or something did not withstand Captain Chaos’s rigorous […]
There is a very famous film where a guy wakes up to the same stuff each day, and I am sure he was writing about my weekday mornings. As chief butler to my two children, I am expected to shower and shave without making a fuss, wake them, make a snack, juice, breakfast, find school […]
Many times we have had notes come home to say check your children for nits, but we have been blessed for two years, as none of them wanted to visit our home. Probably because poo smells are normal, and the furniture looks like it should have a sticker on it saying ‘skip ready’. I have […]