I’ve just logged back on after (a year?) to try and write some words down. I’m sorry if this turns into a bit of a dear diary post but I’ve decided to use my somewhat dormant platform as a partial form of therapy. You know when you feel like you keep turning major corners and
Hello again… it’s Dave here. Back in January I audaciously gatecrashed danni’s blog… the great blog hijack of 2016… within the Salford South Parliamentary Constituency. My purpose then was to reflect on the journey (literally, in parts) that led me to fall totally head-over-heels in love with this adorable, beautiful, wonderful little lady. But today’s
I’m constantly taking pictures of my little angels – granted about 90% of them are outtakes. There are many standard shots that parents take of their children, so I’ve taken it upon myself to list my favourites… The ‘look what my child has gone and done now’ snap These are frequent in my house.
Whilst edging into the new year still recovering from a night of gin, prosecco, Cards Against Humanity and New Year’s Day on 2 hours sleep with 4 kids, I found danni’s post (Finding Love Again…) such a heart-warming read. Despite having had a, and I quote, “tough, tough, tough” 2015 (to say the least), it was wonderful
In collaboration with Proline. Is it just me or do children mainly transport themselves using wheels these days. Over the many years I’ve been on Gods green earth, I’ve seen a whole evolution of wheeled children. The first time I began to notice this was when I was out shopping for my weekly wine stock, when suddenly
Possibly the cheesiest blog title I’ve ever written. I’m allowed a bit of cheese aren’t? Lord know’s I’ve drank enough wine to allow a bit of cheese. Anyway, I’ve probably said this in every single post for a while now but I’m going to say it again once more with feeling… things have been TOUGH…. tough
This time last year I hadn’t a clue what was lurking around the corner… I didn’t know that my life was about to turn upside down and never be the same again and I certainly didn’t know that it would be our last Christmas together as a family. I’ve felt Christmas creeping up on me for a
It’s verging on 10 months now since the separation. A lot has happened in that time, more than I could have ever imagined; some epic lows and some indescribable highs. Although I feel a lot more positive about how my life has changed, I’m also accepting that some things may always induce that heavy feeling of falling