Big bang theory…

6 10 2014

As with a lot of good theories, they tend to remain only that.


Until someone comes along and completely disproves it otherwise.

Such confutation could be down to science, time passing by or your wife.

So it was that I developed a theory over the weekend.

I was doing some DIY upstairs, Wifey was doing wifey things and Joshie was playing with his cars.

All of a sudden I heard a mighty BANG.

I waited.


No shouts, screams or tears so I carried on with the DIY.

Like Newton and his apple, this led me to develop my Big Bang Theory.

When you have a toddler around, you often hear big bangs.

It’s normally proceeded with screams, crying, shouting etc.

When there’s silence you can assume that everything is fine and play has resumed.

I was quite proud of myself.

Nice one Daddy.

That is, until I mused upon my theory with Wifey.

With one very precise theory seeking missile, she shot it down.

“That’s a stupid theory – what happens if he’s knocked himself out or worse?”

Not so proud Daddy.

Not so nice Daddy.

I’ll stick to DIY in future.

But apparently that’s no good either.


It’s been a while…

21 08 2013

There has been a bit of a pause since my last post.

I looked back to see where I left off.

Turns out I was talking about Joshua’s poo habits.

Sorry about that.

Anyway, the reason for my absence is a change in jobs.

I was put on gardening leave and as a result spent a couple of months looking after Joshua.

In those two months plenty has happened.

I searched for and eventually found a new job that I started yesterday.

Looked after JJ for a couple of months, which was tough.

Very tough.

Unfortunately my Granny died from Leukemia, which was diagnosed in May – very, very sad times and she’ll be sorely missed.

My brother and his family moved out to Kuala Lumpur to start a new teaching job.

My sister, who lives out in Australia, had a baby.

I started the unenviable task of DIYing, painting and decorating the house – one floor pretty much complete.

I discovered Geocaching, which is like a treasure hunt and quite addictive.

The garden went through a rough patch and I thought all the grass would die but after a bit of TLC, it’s looking better than ever.

JJ has started walking – he will get up walk over to something within a few feet, walk between Wifey and myself and occasionally stand unaided looking like a drunk.

Now that lunch hours have returned, I can pick up from where I left off.

And the stories of JJ’s poos will flow.

So to speak.