For us Northerners, Blackpool illuminations is a rite of passage. It's a coming of age moment. Right up there with your first Greggs pasty, chip barms and rickets.
I'll not lie, I had high expectations. So much so I may have bigged it up a little too much.
Duinrell Family Park - Canvas Holidays
Big Shop with Little Helpers
Like Riding a Bike
Had an accident in the playground that wasn't your fault? Better call Sonny.
If it was your fault, say nothing and call him anyway.
This is a conversation we had a few days ago...
Sonny: “Have I got PPI?”
Sonny: “You sure?”
Sonny: “... think I might have.”
Me: “Pretty sure you've not.”
A few months ago I read what was possibly my favourite ever tweet …
At the time it really made me chuckle. Not so much now.
You see that 68-year-old man is a comrade; a true brother in arms.
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.
There was a time, not that long ago, when I was at the centre of the kids universe. Their worlds revolved around me. My attendance at their every breath mandatory.
Maybe it was because I was the stay-at-home parent. Maybe my mid-life girth held their orbit.
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.
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!
A couple of weeks ago we were invited down to London for a Tesco Toy Casting; at RADA no less.
Our travel expenses were paid for and as the boys had never been to London we decided to make a weekend of it and visit some friends we see all too rarely.
As a parent blogger it's in my contract to write an obligatory Father's Day post, and not just because I was sent a lovely Father's Day hamper, but more on that later.
I've never been a fan of 'days', Christmas being the exception. And Doris, obviously.
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?