When I was a kid, my dad was a mad fan of a comedian called Dave Allen. He was Irish and had half a finger and sat on a stool during his TV show sipping whisky. I've never forgotten his wide-mouthed frog joke. Here's a version of it: A wide mouthed frog, living by the... Continue Reading →

A perfect family storm has unleashed its fury on the Household. When I picked the eldest up from school yesterday afternoon she informed me she was too sick to go to art class. She sounded VERY snotty. Again. Unfortunately I had to drop her to school again at 6.30am this morning with some Nurofen and... Continue Reading →

DD spends most of his life on planes at the moment. He arrived home from Korea and Japan on Friday then flew out to China last night. I don't know how he does it, although it's a respite from the other thing he spends most of his life doing - being on teleconference calls. I... Continue Reading →