Yo-kai Watch 2 - Fleshy Souls & Bony Spirits
How outraged are you, I mean really?
How to Survive the Apocalypse
I love a good sports day, although I prefer to call it by its proper name, Sky Sports Super Sunday.
School Sports Day on the other hand ...
I try to remain enthusiastic. No really, I do. But there comes a point, normally around heat 32 of the sack race, where it starts to wane.
Not only could I carbon date my housework from within the mountain of clothes, but also my life.
I don't think I'm giving anything away by saying both peaked around 2009.
Today I found myself stood at the checkout a broken man, my hollow eyes staring into the abyss (or whatever Tesco call their café).
Around my ankles a battle ensued. Power Ranger versus Sonic. Cucumber versus swinging bag of carrots.
Shoppers looked on incredulously, clearly thinking,
"Surely you're going to do ... something?"
So I did. I shrugged my shoulders.
Where do Gorillas sleep?
There's no punchline. Worse still, what I thought was another one of Sonny's surreal jokes turned out to be a fact that I really wish I hadn't spent a week mocking him over, before brazenly trying to Google him wrong... and then having to apologise for ever daring to question him in the first place.
"Are you OK Sunshine?"
"Not bad thanks, could do without College tonight, but can't cry off again."
The question was aimed at Luca.
The reply came from a young lady stood behind me in the supermarket queue.
Seriously, who answers a stranger stood with his back to them? In fact, who answers to Sunshine over the age of three?
With the cost of nappies making a serious dent in our weekly budget, and after being told Sonny must be toilet trained before I can dump, I mean provide him with some quality time at nursery, I've spent the last couple of weeks introducing him to the potty. He took to it immediately ...
Every few years we have a weekend away with our extended family of Bryce/Mackies. The Mackies head South of the border, and we drive North until we meet half-way; in a beautifully converted barn in the Lake District.
I love everything about France, even if my last trip was memorable for very different reasons. But then who's not nearly been arrested for human trafficking at some point in their lives? Really, just me?
One thing I'm not short of is craft ideas. Take a look at my browser history and ... whoa, what are you doing? I didn't mean literally, pass me my laptop back! What you'll find, amongst other things, is a plethora of craft activities I've bookmarked for a rainy day.
Another day, another battle over a Parent and Toddler (P&T) parking space... I really need to direct my anger in a more productive way.
It may seem a little premature to be writing a review of 2016, but I'm not sure what my internet signal will be like if I need to bunker down with a four-year supply of tinned sardines and a wind-up torch. If Vodafone's coverage in my kitchen is anything to go by, it's not looking good.