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

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