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Whilst on holiday in Edinburgh we met up with an old friend of Janet's for lunch.
I'm not a fan of snow.
It all started back when I was seven years old. My sisters and I were having a snowball fight in the street.
At the time my Auntie was visiting from America with her then partner, Chad.
My recent trip to Paris with the Canvas Bloggers brought back memories of my last trip to France three years ago, particularly as we passed through passport control before boarding the ferry.
You see last time I went to France I nearly didn't get beyond this point, but then why would you if you were suspected of human trafficking?
It's easy to forget how deeply disappointment can be felt as a child.
As a thirty-something dad (thirty-nine and a half still qualifies), disappointment for me is largely due to my own cynicism and grumpiness. A splash of sarcasm is all that stands between me and an eternally miserable old git.
When I first became a stay-at-home dad I always intended to write a retrospective post about my experiences. Of how I entered a traditionally mothers environment as the 'minority dad' and came out the other side.
In my head I already knew what I was going to write. How facilities aren't geared towards dads.
“Can I have a sausage-roll please? I LOVE sausage rolls!”
“We can do better than that” I suggested, ignoring the '2 for £1' posters. We'll make our own!
An hour, and £10.80(?!) later … we finally had our lunch.
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A couple of days before our drive up to Edinburgh 'someone' left the keys in the car overnight and drained the battery. I'll not say who, other than to repeat a phrase I overheard Janet say to the AA man,
“... yeah, he's a tit!
Father, caregiver, storyteller, teeth-brushing inspector, school-on-time deliverer, comic in residence, Mario Kart Grand Master ...
… but you don't need to ask them, because I've done it for you.
I'm technologically challenged. There, I've said it.
Just before Christmas we switched from Sky to Virgin, since when I've spent an inordinate amount of time staring blankly at menu screens on the TV. I find change difficult; finding channels more difficult still. Has anyone seen BBC4?