
Meltdown
British summers are supposed to be mild. Instead I've spent the week melting on a leather sofa, questioning nursery closures, and wondering why my TV room feels like the Sahara. The answer, as usual, involved the OddSon.

British summers are supposed to be mild. Instead I've spent the week melting on a leather sofa, questioning nursery closures, and wondering why my TV room feels like the Sahara. The answer, as usual, involved the OddSon.

Welcome to the walking dead

Watch out Crete, here we come.

Guess who’s back? Back again? The OddFather is back. Tell a friend.

It's all in your head, darling

It’s back. With a vengeance.

As the week draws to an end I feel completely battered.

That’s when good neighbours become good friends.

I have a story to tell.