Class Bear Manifesto

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On Friday, Luca emerged excitedly from school with the class bear tucked under his arm, along with a book chronicling its previous adventures. A book that reads more like the ultimate ’50 things to do before you die’ than any weekend I’ve ever experienced.

My weekend plans were in tatters.

And once again it fell upon me to be the sacrificial parent who selflessly lowers the bar for those that follow.… read the full post.

Quest to the Bottom of the Basket

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washing basketOn a recent quest to the bottom of the washing basket, I made a remarkable discovery.

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.

At the surface is an ever shifting layer of school uniforms, mixed in with a selection of Janet’s clothes that suspiciously always settle near the top.… read the full post.

The Circle of Life

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The boys have reached the age where they’re learning about the circle of life.

It’s a wonderful period of discovery. At school they have a mini-beast hotel and a butterfly garden. An allotment and a pond. They’ve witnessed tadpoles become frogs, and fed lambs on a farm.

But it’s not so much a circle as an arc. A joyous and magical arc, but it still needs to complete its circumference, and for reasons of my own doing, that part has inadvertently fallen on me.… read the full post.

School Sports Day

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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.

It’s not helped by the egg and spoon race.… read the full post.

The Look

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It’s been five years in the making but I’ve nailed it. The holy grail of parenting. Finally, I’ve mastered ‘the look’.

I’ve been close for a while. As a grumpy, middle-aged cynic I’ve had the raised brow of indignation for longer than I can remember; that wind changed a long time ago.

For years, my world-weary posture has meant peering over the top of my glasses was never a problem either, I just needed to drop my chin by an inch.… read the full post.