
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.

The trauma. The trauma.

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

Jan 2025, are you Jan 2024 in disguise?

The weekend is here. Time for endless nappy changes then.

Busy, busy, busy

Not a great start to the first day back.

That’s right - I’m stacking shelves.

Today is the first day I have both kids to myself.