Mother’s Day.

We have a chequered history, Mother’s Day and I. My first and second were right shitters, if we’re being honest.


The wee lad’s sick.


Ear infection.


From the mouths of babes…

It’s Miss Three who’s the source of the most entertainment in terms of language at the moment. She comes out with all sorts of things, often set to her own little musical composition or one she’s picked up somewhere or other.

Gritted Teeth and a Vice Grip.

That look on her face is the exact look that my mother used to get when we were pushing it to the absolute limit but were in a public place and so she was trying not to create a scene (or add to the scene that we were already creating). You can communicate a hell of a lot with that look and a few choice sentences hissed between those gritted teeth, believe me.