Category Archives: My Journey


Party Pressure Pt 1

My lovely lawn, trampled and matted with play dough, day old balloons hanging in pairs like old lady boobs, a deformed scarecrow staring at me as though he wants some spare change and has a thousand tales to tell. Just some of the signs that we survived our first successfully executed childs birthday party. A position I didn’t think I’d find myself in for a few years at least….. Tash… Read Article →


Separation Anxiety 

   Not him, me.  I feel like he doesn’t know who I am at times, no matter how many times I kiss him, make him laugh and tell him I love him. He cries whenever Tash leaves the room.  However, I was always told I was the lucky one, I got to go to work and have a moment to myself, get a coffee get on the train and read… Read Article →


Holiblog…. Part 2

   The hotel was beautiful, it was quiet and the weather was perfect. Exactly what I had hoped for and needed. Still being out of season did mean that the pool was like ice water and as I’ve got older gone are the days of just diving in. Maybe because I’m now fully aware of the shock factor on the old fellas and heart. Being a dad I think has… Read Article →


Holiblog…. Part 1

Gatwick looked a bit like a building site, but the recent changes meant the headache that was security was now much simpler, well, for me anyway. “Please remove all laptops and tablets” In a very straight forward request I placed my laptop in the grey box and effortlessly went through. Noticing Matt who was behind me, had now vanished. In a panic at the request, Matt began emptying his case removing… Read Article →


The Weaning Of Life

After 8 hours in the hospital jettisoned into the outside world, newborn in one hand, exhausted & stitched up fiancé in the other. The only other thing missing was an instruction manual. We eventually mastered 0-6 months, admittedly turbulently, tired and poorer, but survived nonetheless. Quickly learning nappies have sticky flaps, so after one back to front error, it’s pretty plain sailing and no matter how well done up, poop… Read Article →

6 month milestone

We only bloody did it AND we’re still together. We made it to 6 months! Yes sacrifices have been made, I’ve resorted to cutting my hair shorter to help those frantic mornings, no matter the weather I only wear t-shirts as jumpers don’t fit anymore (baby weight IS A THING) and my toe nails got to the point that they were cutting through every pair of socks. Both of us look… Read Article →

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Festively Plump

I’ve always been big boned, cuddly, festively plump and during some periods in my life just straight up fat. I’m not one of those people blessed with good genes (or jeans for that matter) and my metabolism was replaced by a cheeseburger many years ago. Carrying that extra weight has followed me round all my life, no matter what I cut out, how much I trained or the amount of… Read Article →


Road To Rafferty …. Part 2

With scans and midwife appointments underway, the whole naming sagar begins to creep into conversations. Using various apps and baby naming books we got a little list together. It wasn’t easy, I liked classic names and Tash liked odd names like Post Box and Door Stop, but we eventually agreed on a few. I then made the worst mistake, I told people our name ideas. The ‘what names are you… Read Article →

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Road To Rafferty… Part 1

Most of my conversations now revolve around being a dad, occasionally unusual topics such as is it OK to have a sit down wee if you’re tired pop into conversation, but ultimately everything ends up circling back to parenting as if every road leads there. ‘I love the new Ferrari……’ ‘its amazing, I wonder if you can get a buggy in?’ On Friday the guys were discussing that moment when… Read Article →

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Barking Mad

We have a little Bichon Frise called Poppy. For some reason it’s a little smaller than the already small breed of dog and now has no front teeth. As a 6’1 tattooed male it makes it a little embarrassing to walk her on my own, one of my personal favorites was someone yelling ‘you’ve dropped your tampon’ as I chased her round the park (she doesn’t listen to me). That… Read Article →