A journey of weekends

A weekend of birthday drinks & box moving

Last Thursday was my best mate Shaun’s birthday and Saturday night was our night on the town. I can’t say I remember much of our evening or that I functioned much on Sunday — a good night sign! Saturday morning was home-move day for Jackie. I flexed these pecs of mine and hauled around boxes […]

Read more
A journey of weekends

A weekend flying a kite

Until Saturday I’ve never once managed to make a kite fly — I used to run with it and run with it, and no luck — Myles, on the other hand, (after a little help from Daddy) got the kite flying, doing tricks and all sorts, with very little effort. Eventually, once he fancied his lunch, he handed […]

Read more
A journey of weekends

A weekend with the lads

No girls allowed! Not quite a piss-up in Marbella but our lads weekend was just as crazy. On Saturday we went to a track party, built sandcastles, and jumped in puddles. We ate sausage rolls and dunk ’ems, and a little person got covered in chocolate — got it in his hair, on his sleeves, and in his belly. We saw […]

Read more
A journey of weekends

A weekend of reaction

March 1st saw this man I know walk out on my mother — he packed his bag, took 1 dog (the other will “get over it”), said some things, and left. He’s been back a couple of times to collect more things, to say more things, and to leave again — this “step-father” is a revolving […]

Read more