
The idea of being outnumbered
With the OddBaby less than two months away, I’m starting to wonder how exactly we’re going to manage life as a family of five.

With the OddBaby less than two months away, I’m starting to wonder how exactly we’re going to manage life as a family of five.

It’s a great day, it’s a great day, it’s a great day.

Baby number three is on the way, which apparently means our perfectly adequate family car is no longer adequate. Cue weeks of SUV research, child-seat Tetris and one very nostalgic reminder of how I travelled around as a kid.

Well. This is a test of my commitment to the blog.

A sore neck, a sleepless night, a poorly OddSon and a Monday morning dash through the park in my pyjamas. Just another perfectly ordinary day in the OddFather household.

David Raya really is a wizard between the sticks.

Arsenal are top of the league. Raya saved a penalty. Bruno scored his first Arsenal goal. The referees appear to have forgotten how to referee. And City have somehow emerged as our old new foe.

I love a kebab. I love chocolate. I love crisps. What I apparently don’t love is having any self-control. So I’m trying to break my junk-food habit one small step at a time.

“It's very Sith Lord of him to allow the hate to flow through him to such devastating effect.”

Better late than never.

A few beers, a couple of whiskies and a 2–1 Arsenal win over Chelsea.

A family trip to Cornwall featuring the Eden Project, a forgotten booking, imaginary cookies, kite-flying and more chaos than planned.