Now the end is nigh

So I've done my bit of Dad-on-dad getting jiggy with it, and its time to face the "Do the limp" as hamstrings have gone to Muscle heaven.

This blog is going to get less regular than a morning constitutional. It may re-appear occasionally to document future unprecedented events of a fully grown adult's survival against the teenage odds, I must be brave.

But first to confess my past sins. All past posts were more-or-less true and based on an "incident", however I may have exaggerated for comic effect, or perhaps just for effect depending on your taste.

For the record, my kids are damn nice inbetween the odd tear strained tantrum. I must stop this weeping.

And I love'em to bits. I hope they like me a little bit too.