
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.

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.

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.

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.

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

A solo spa night was supposed to leave me feeling refreshed. Instead, I spent most of it wondering what the hell I was supposed to be doing.

We went to Greece just a couple of months ago, so naturally we decided to go again. This time it was Rhodes, with the wider family in tow. What could possibly go wrong?

Some trilogies are masterpieces. Others should have stopped at two. As I look back at the highs and lows of third instalments, I realise there’s a very good reason I’ve had trilogies on my mind lately…

I went into an 80-minute football match with zero training and the confidence of a man who still thinks he's 25. Reality had other ideas.