Category Archives: Writing
To Become or Not To Become!
I was tired. Not just from lack of sleep but from the learning overload and insightful knowledge that I had gained over the week. There was also a sadness tugging at the emotions and the tangible fear of returning to … Continue reading
Commercial Potential
It had taken a long time to get to this point. Many years wasted, wishing on the ‘never going to happen’ star. Followed by many years of gentle hints that I might possibly wish to forgo the annual cold wet … Continue reading
What’s in a Name?
The journey went too quickly despite every procrastinating ploy to postpone the inevitable arrival. Just to calm the hyperactive hefalumps practising their aerobic workout in the depth of my stomach I pulled off the road just before the entrance to … Continue reading
New Chapter
Like many mothers at this time of year I watched my child close not only a page of his life story but a whole chapter. Mini Son has just left primary and is about to launch himself into all the … Continue reading
Pets need Bed and Breakfast Too
Head down concentrating hard with the heavy patter of torrential rain beating rhythmically down on the conservatory roof; I became aware of people in my garden. I looked up to find Mini Son with one of his teachers. She … Continue reading
Question of Balance
It is half-term and as usual we welcomed the break from school routine with friends coming round and a late night party. The format of the night has evolved as the children grow up and have social lives and work … Continue reading
Neanderthal Sport
Having lost the battle of the TV remote I was forced to watched one of the six nations games. I have of course watched many games of rugby over the years but usually with a vested interest in one of … Continue reading
Déjà Vu
I would never class myself as well off in monetary terms, it is an aspiration yet to be reached. However outside the world of filthy lucre I feel I have been richly rewarded; my ever enduring Sexy Sporty Dad, three … Continue reading
Chillaxing
When asked recently what I did for leisure I had to really think. I don’t have a leisure past time. I dutifully watch No 1 Son or Middle Son play rugby because they want to play, not because I gain … Continue reading
Delegated Control
I had Pizza in the boot, well to be exact they were resting on the shelf to keep them flat. One was Pepperoni, the other Chilli and Chorizo, they had reached their sell by date and were on offer. Sexy … Continue reading