Fear of Flying

The week has passed with the willingness and speed of a drugged sloth, dragging itself to its conclusion only because it would have been harder not to. On Thursday I got into a box and allowed my son to terrify me for five minutes. As a result, I feel my parenting duties are now fulfilled … Continue reading Fear of Flying


Sad Dad UPDATE – Model Parent

If you read my post yesterday, you may have come away with a vague feeling of pity for me and my painfully inadequate parenting skills. Pity no more. Oil on the tracks? Pah! A flesh wound. Reader, the train is now fully operational once more; the track de-oiled and thrilling to the smooth and gentle caress … Continue reading Sad Dad UPDATE – Model Parent

Sad Dad

Two months ago, positively overflowing with self-satisfaction, I made the following announcement via the usual social media outlets: Late last night I mended a model train using screwdrivers and oil and Dadly cleverness. In eight years and two weeks of Dadding I have never felt more Daddish. BEHOLD THE DAD. Hubris (n.) - 1. Excessive … Continue reading Sad Dad