
The Lady of the Manor and I were watching old videos of the kids last night, reminiscing while wearing some strong rose tinted glasses about when they were small and went to bed before 7pm and watched nice programs in CBeebies rather than Minecraft on YouTube. One of the great things about being a dad blogger during those early years is having so much documented to look back on, yet for one reason or another I have got out of the habit of writing. Ideas still come to me when out running or watching the kids just like they always have, but writing is fairly low down the ever growing to do list.
A list that has had ‘phone plasterer’ on it for 4 week and ‘finish insulation’ even longer, hard to fit those in around work, school runs, dad’s taxi for swimming lessons and triathlon club and dog walking. Somewhere in there I also need to prioritise time for my exercise, self care as the media like to call it, but important nonetheless. Just like our spaniels I am much happier when exercised and fed.
But this felt a like a good time to pause and put fingers to keyboard for the first time in a good while (2 years actually and only 4 posts in the past 5 years!). Funnily enough I’m typing this while sat in the van while the boys do cycling and running with the triathlon club, a moment of peace and much better than aimlessly scrolling Instagram.
We had a lovely weekend just gone celebrating Henry’s birthday (2 children now in double figures is a little scary) with bowling on Friday night with 6 of his friends and then a day out at the Smallholders show at the Royal Welsh Showground.
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