Kids Football

I have recently reflected on the times I watched my brother play football, years ago when I was a kid, it would transform my usually calm and reserved dad into a gobby, uncontrollable mess. This often resulted in my poor brother finishing his match red faced with embarrassment and a little angry.  I could never … Continue reading Kids Football

My little man

I've been finding it hard to blog lately.  Since George turned one he up'ed his game massivly. He has gone from a quiet little baby who sits contently playing in his playpen (or cage to you that know us well) to a walking,  talking, shouting Hitler whos day consists of eating,  tipping up the dogs … Continue reading My little man