A golfing tribute to Gramp – and introducing the next generation

Despite his best efforts to introduce himself to us extremely early, Albie never made it to meet his great-Gramp. It was around the 31-week mark when I made the two-and-a-half-hour journey back to Swindon for my Gramp’s funeral. It was a risk, given just three weeks earlier we had been warned to expect Albie’s arrival…

A shout-out to the mums

Albie loves his Mummy. That was apparent tonight, if not already, as he desperately tried to crane his neck around Daddy to see her as Daddy tried to spoon an unknown combination of pureed fruits into his distracted baby’s gob. Maternity leave mums have it more difficult than we sometimes give credit for. As I…