A cry for help

A cry for help

Yesterday my youngest son Harry turned 1. To quote the musical “Rent” – which frankly no-one does enough these days – how do you measure a year? Well it has been quite a year for me and my little family. I’ve become a Dad all over again, moved house,...
I had a shower in a phone box

I had a shower in a phone box

No really, I did. And I also slept in a caravan. And it rocked. We booked a last minute trip down to Kent for a couple of nights – essentially staying in a caravan in a stranger’s garden. Not as bad as you might think though – the garden had a...
Stop setting goals and cheer the hell up

Stop setting goals and cheer the hell up

In the past I’ve written about the importance of setting goals, of having a clear picture of what you want to achieve. If you don’t know where you’re headed then how do you know which route to take? BUT And it’s a big but (add your own joke here if you like you...
Go Back To Bed Days…

Go Back To Bed Days…

In my little world, Wednesday last week was a shocker. A proper punch to the gut, you’ve got to be kidding me, go back to bed day. Long story short, it involved a barny with the Mrs, a 2 hour phone call with BT, and a huge set back for our future plans with the...