Last Sunday morning I had one of those headaches, the ones where you need darkness, sleep and no children bouncing on your head. Hence the snap decision to hand over the iPad. When I am hungover all my rules dissipate: “Of course you can eat marshmallows on toast. You want to dip your marshmallows in … More ‘Do, or do not. There is no try.’ Unless you’re hungover.
“Why didn’t you and Daddy call me Luke Skywalker?” has been Bob’s question lately. A tricky one to answer, because son, we wouldn’t want the crap beaten out of you. Star Wars is Bob’s first addiction. Initially we were baffled how he even knew about Darth Vader and R2D2, not being frequent visitors to our … More The Day My Heart Strutted Off Without Me.