Yesterday I walked into town with my wife and two children. We had a few things to do, but the main purpose was a leisurely stroll in the sunshine. One point of going, was to swap over a revision book that we’d bought for my eldest daughter, who is studying to take the 11+. So as a family, we all wandered into Waterstones book store, my wife checking for the
I’m lucky enough to be looking after my kids during their 6 week summer holiday from school. As a teaching assistant (at another school) my school timetable generally matches theirs, meaning we don’t have to shell out for child care, and I can look after them both. So far this holiday, lots of things have happened. Chief for me is that I’ve finished writing my second book, and am in the
I hadn’t looked at the time all day, well, actually, all weekend. My wife and children had travelled up to the Midlands to see family. I had been left alone to my own devices. And before they’d even left, I’d had it all cunningly planned out. I would, if I worked incredibly hard, be able, I thought, to finish writing my second book. I mean, two and a half days,
Getting up before 7am on a Sunday morning. Whose stupid idea was that? Mine actually, and the rest of the family went along with it, mainly due to my dislike of getting stuck in traffic. That and the fact that if you have children, or if they’re anything like mine, then generally they’re up early anyway, so you might as well go out early, miss all the traffic and have a great time. So
Weather rubbish, but so what?! I set off this morning with my two kids in tow, walking up to the Astroturf pitch at Salisbury hockey club. In the dull light of day, the wind, and the occasional shower, I felt less than enamoured, a little like my youngest daughter, who really wasn’t fussed about the fifteen minute walk. “Why aren’t we taking the car daddy?” she asked, barely seconds after
King Of The City One of the best things about writing, and blogging in particular, is the ability to share something amazing, to paint a scene that’s special to you. Because in real life, you don’t always have the time or the right level of connection, to do the job justice. I’d like to share with you my experience of a recent car boot sale. I had to get up
I’ve known for some time that today was going to be a struggle. As the day got closer I’ve imagined, and no doubt dreamt about, how it would go. You see just over a month ago I handed in my notice to the school where I’ve worked for nearly two years now. Before I started there, I’d never had a proper job looking after children. Of course I have two