Everyone knows the rules of the pool.
No running, ducking, bombing or heavy petting.
The latter might seem laughable to any younger readers, but before Easyjet flew you to Magaluf for a sleazy weekend, swimming pools were a hotbed of inappropriateness.
We Have an Allotment
Better Call Sonny
Yo-kai Watch 2 - Fleshy Souls & Bony Spirits
I've started running. I'd like to say it's part of a wider health kick or due to a sudden epiphany about my own mortality, but I'd be lying.
Truth is, a couple of weeks ago I lost a race with Luca. Not a proper race, mind. There was no starting gun, agreed finish line or post race drug test.
I'm not proposing an outright ban. By God I've not spent months justifying their educational value only to do away with them altogether, but whenever a screen gets switched on I'm instantly switched off.
It's been a grim fortnight with both the boys suffering a week each of fever and phlegm.
It's been so prolonged Sonny has started referring to Calpol as a pudding. Luca has a Calpol dance!?
Two weeks house-bound has meant they've had to draw up a gentleman’s agreement on some house rules.
"Yeah, why not!"
My insistence at keeping the cardboard box from our washing machine was met by a look of incredulity from Janet.
"We don't have the space, and you'll never use it!" She said.
With Janet back at work today, so began our new years resolutions ... and by lunchtime only one remains unbroken; to write a blog of our adventures.
In my defense, Janet didn't help by missing her train and thus letting me go back to bed for 20 mins.
Me? A stay-at-home dad? Eating out?
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?
He loved it. A little too much.
It's lovely to appear on a list in such good company. I already love following Rock 'n 'Roll Mum and Man in his Pyjamas. Both are brilliant.
I've crossed an electronicals line this week. Twice. Thrice if you include my insistence on using the word electronicals (but lets not).
The first was with my phone. I was trying to take a photo of the kids but no matter how I held it I couldn't get my finger out of the shot.