County cup
Dec07

County cup

For me, there’s nothing like watching my sons play in a rugby tournament. And they don’t get bigger, better, more competitive or more exciting than the county cup.After my younger son’s team won a tournament earlier this season against all odds they attracted a few more players to their team. Much needed, but how would the dynamic change with new players? The county cup is a true test.This year it was just my son and...

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Arriving in Padstow
Aug26

Arriving in Padstow

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, Padstow is my very favourite place in the world. We’ve been to Padstow for a week every year since my son was born since 2001. Even when we were short of cash when my daughter was little, we could never give up our precious week in Padstow. Arriving in Padstow is like coming home. Seeing it all for the first time is so familiar, yet so magical. It seems like we saw it all...

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My sliding doors
Jul29

My sliding doors

Nearly two years ago, I started this blog. When I got up in the morning, I had no idea I was going to start a blog. If I hadn’t started it then, would I ever have started it? Would I ever have discovered how much I enjoy writing, met so many amazing people both online and in real life and realised that people actually quite like reading what I write? I’m not sure that I would. Yet it’s almost impossible for me to...

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Hairwash party
May06

Hairwash party

One of the highlights of my week is washing my daughter’s hair. Because we sing in the bathroom and nobody tells us to shutup. They wouldn’t dare, because nobody else wants the hassle of washing her hair. My daughter’s hair has never been properly cut, only trimmed by Daddy. It comes almost down to her bum. It only needs washing once a week. She has a bath, then stands up in the bath while I wash and condition her...

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