Oct 18, 2010
My best mate Phil’s been back in touch this Monday morning.
He’s clearly really got to grips with my new role as House Dad.
I explained i couldn’t make a night with the lads sinking pints of Stella in Camden Town because there’s nobody around to look after Syra.
Apparently then the new day job i’m holding down has caused me to grow a set of tits.
I hope i still have them 11...
Oct 15, 2010
…. Relatively normal start to the day.
Relatively normal that is if you’re a postman who heads off for the early shift at the sorting office after consuming 8 pints of ethanol.
While it’s good to get in adult conversation on a night off, sinking 2 bottles of red and 3 caipirinhas and expecting to function as house dad the next day is foolish.
I am a fool. A hungover one. And i am lost....
Oct 11, 2010
Yeah right – by 10 am when 30 odd mums and 1 dad had squeezed into a small area by the books this was the noisiest library in Britain. Kids everywhere face planting into CDs, grabbing stray toys, mums wrestling for a free chair.
Of course being a newbie house dad, and practically shitting myself through fear, I arrived early and hooked up with a very proud mum called Michelle who proceeded to ask...