
Mundane Monday
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.

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.

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?

We're expecting baby number three. Naturally, my brain has skipped past nappies and straight to wondering how I'll survive raising three kids in my 40s.

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