the Boy on Top of the World

I awoke in the middle of last night and heard a familiar sound. From the next room came the rolling whisper of number one son’s {...}

OK, maybe having the kids away has its advantages. Last night I got home just before nine. LL came and opened the door, a big {...}

In the following transcription names have been changed to protect the guilty, it is otherwise accurate and verbatim. “Good Morning! National Bank of Idiots and {...}

For once I am home before seven. Lately I haven’t got home before nine. The phone rings. “Hello?” “Daddy!” Its Pirate Pete. I should explain {...}

“Daddy, are you awake?” My eye shades are pried off my face. Up until a second ago I was deeply asleep. “Hmm? Yes poppet.” It {...}

I read a fascinating article this weekend, that’s left me thinking. It brokered a good discussion over lunch with LL as well. The basic premise {...}

Early on in life I worked out a simple way to categorise the many things in life you have to do: 1) There are things {...}

“You awake darling?” Its the middle of the night and I’ve woken with a raging horn. A soft silent breathing is my response. She’s still {...}

I first heard of the Peter Principle when I was a teen (a mate’s dad had done the illustrations for the book). It struck me {...}

I’m in a morbid mood. Hearing about my friend K has sent my mind on a downward spiral. My father died about two months ago. {...}