Easter is nearly upon us, which means that the year is speeding by so quickly I could vomit. It also means Sam is growing up at a terrifying rate. I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m 32 this year, but I don’t remember ever coming out with half of the absurdly grown up statements
It’s been a pretty good start to the year for Sam. He’s returned to school with all the enthusiasm you can expect from an 8-year-old. He’s firing through maths and English like Oscar Pistorius through a bathroom door, and this year he’s going on his first grown-up holiday abroad with his mum and some
Of all the farcical announcements that are made on a weekly basis about our country and how it’s run, last week’s news that train prices will be going up by 3.1% from 2nd January 2019 really takes the biscuit… In a move that can only be described as outrageous (yes, I am outraged, not
We are now careening towards Christmas at break-neck speed, which means one of several things. On Boxing Day my nephew, Sam, will morph into an eight-year-old. I still vividly remember the day that my sister told me that she was expecting. I was stood in the kitchen of the house I was sharing with
Listening to some of the totally and utterly mad shit that children say is one of the simplest joys in life. I discovered this in 2010 when my nephew, Sam, was born and subsequently started talking. I thought the best way to introduce him would be to share some of the pearls of wisdom
