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Dads and their daughters from birdsong 739 days old

Managed to (at last) make the irregular Sunday night call to the firstborn this evening, only to be deflated and disappointed at the end of it. A feeling ...

Leaning Out of the Moving Windows from birdsong 828 days old

This late night job does give me a great opportunity to get through some excellent music. Right now I'm enjoying the dark and bizarre world of Current ...

More God, less Church from birdsong 857 days old

Daughter 1 was here when we got home, pretty much on the button at 6pm on friday. We couldn't be late if we tried! This is despite the journey being ...

Nice when they come… from birdsong 1018 days old

…nicer when they leave. Just waved Kink and Biscuit off after an exhaustive three-day visit. First time we've had both of them here together for ages ...

A34 from birdsong 1119 days old

Sitting here now back from Peartree Services where I handed Biscuit safely over to her Mum a few minutes after our 8.30 arrangement. Fifteen years ago ...

Too tired to blog from birdsong 1142 days old

And too many things are p*ssing me off at the moment. I HATE not being bothered to do things, it's the worst feeling. Called up Corinna this evening ...

How come all the handbags look the same? from birdsong 1164 days old

All too soon She's gone The bed is folded Linen washed All that remains A plate of toast Crusts she never eats And crumbs Postcards of artwork I don't ...

Seventh Heaven from birdsong 1175 days old

[ ... ] Dads and Their Daughters. Sometimes, and its getting a little easier, I thinkit's OK to feel quite smug about stuff. So many peoplel so many times ...

Photographs of fish from birdsong 1332 days old

An exercise in Practical Parenting. And, though I say so myself, a good result all round. Kink made it to Oxford on time, but I had to rescue her from ...

This city from birdsong 1373 days old

There's a magic about Oxford. I feel it every time I pull into St Thomas Street, or park in Walton St as today. In the early hours of a Sunday walking ...