Monthly Archives: December 2015

Bring on NYE – get the scales and KFC Family Bucket ready

It’s that time of year to make resolutions and I wouldn’t be a wannabe blogger if I didn’t blog about mine. No long lists for me that will all be broken by mid-Jan as I prefer to keep mine pretty … Continue reading

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Inspector Gadget would be great at changing nappies

“Necessity is the mother of invention.” I’ve never really understood that phrase, in part because I live in a modern world where the basics are pretty much covered by Ocado and in part because I’m pretty impractical and not creative … Continue reading

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Chicco – time to listen to dads too

With it being both F’s birthday and Christmas this week, we have been inundated by plastic, singing things. To be clear, it is lovely that so many of her family and friends have given so generously, although I do feel … Continue reading

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You make me want to be a better man

It’s been an incredible week, it being F’s first Christmas, her first birthday today and, to top it off, her first King George VI Chase at Kempton Park yesterday. I say it’s her first Boxing Day at Kempton but considering … Continue reading

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Wait, there’s hope, perhaps F will be the next Warhol after all…

With two Christmas lunches and a couple of evening events to attend it’s been a tiring few days for an old man with a young child. However, F’s been in great form which has helped and something else happened today … Continue reading

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CBT and Sertraline – the perfect Christmas cocktail

When I mention this blog to my friends, the response is mixed.  Most are supportive and seem pleased that I’m doing something I enjoy, but there’s definitely an underlying  sense of “When the F did you become a feminist, you … Continue reading

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Thursday is the new Friday

I remember when I first heard that phrase about 20 years ago when it was just an excuse to get smashed on a Thursday, not that one really needed much of an excuse as from memory, we got wrecked most … Continue reading

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