A pre-fatherhood man is a different proposition to a father: you look back on yourself and weep for his childishness.
There has been a lot of talk over the centuries about the second coming of Jesus Christ.
Is my daughter God?
The kitchen was well stocked, and I cooked us the first of what we hoped would be many meals in the peace and calm of our new-found bolt-hole. The larder had been stocked well, and we put any thoughts of cannibalism from our minds.
Ah, parenthood: it’s great isn’t it? Except for those times when it isn’t quite.
This is about the bad times: the good times can speak for themselves.
You know those days when you wake up and you kind of know where you are, but you kind of don’t? Chapter One: Lessons In Temporal Displacement
Generalisations are always wrong. The idea that men and women are too different to be equal needs to stop.
I’m proud to be a grown up; it feels hard earned. I can rewire a plug, and I can cook dinner for ten. Is that OK?