
The Dream House
A crowded train, a territorial armrest and a situation so devastating it leaves me sobbing.

A crowded train, a territorial armrest and a situation so devastating it leaves me sobbing.

A little lucky, but three points are three points.

Why do we spend so much time wishing our kids would grow up, only to realise we’ll miss these very moments when they do? Welcome to the parenting paradox.

Arsenal win, City cruise, and the Premier League leaves me feeling more than a little disillusioned.

Seven years of memories, milestones, laughter and love. A little birthday tribute to my amazing OddDaughter.

This interlull has gone on long enough. I’m ready for real football to return – and there’s plenty to look forward to, from Gyökeres getting his Arsenal season properly started to Liverpool welcoming Manchester City to Anfield.

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.