Happy Father’s Day

I forgot it was Fathers Day this weekend.  But, hey, don’t judge me.  You see there’s this thing called the World Cup going on at the moment, and Tesco insisted on reminding me about this with balls and banners everywhere.  I don’t recall much mention about a Father’s Day happening anytime soon, so it’s not my fault if Tesco’s PR failed, right?!


I’ve posted previously about Mr 29 as a Daddy here.

But this is a post about MY Dad and 5 things he has imprinted on me.

1} Not to drink a pint of beer.  If beer is desired,  2 half pints are to be ordered. Fortunately I’m not a huge beer drinker, and if I do fancy one, Mr 29 doesn’t mind me drinking from the bottle ; )

2} Cleaning the bath.  I do feel sorry that he had to live with two teenage daughters. He didn’t object to many things but those oily bath balls {do they still exist?} were not his favourite.   He was not a fan of having a bath after my sister and I  had a body shop oil fuelled bath.  I have super duper cif and sponge skills as a result!

3} Hall and Oates, Don Henley, Pink Floyd.  Just a few of the greats that I still listen to on todays ‘modern’ technology. My Dad still has these dudes on vinyl! They are my saving grace when Mr 29 mocks me for liking cheesy pop.

4}  Tea is an essential part to the start and end of the day.  I am a tea-a-holic and take after my Dad.

5} Chocolate.  My Dad should have shares in Cadbury.  Consequently there has always been chocolate at my parents house.  This was the perfect accompaniment with a cup of tea, when coming home clubbing at stupid o’clock.

Happy Fathers Day.



Turning into our parents

Mr 29 says I’m turning into my Ma.  And he IS definitely turning into his Dad.  This is why.

* Mr 29 {when getting home from work} shouts out  “The house looks like Blackpool illuminations! Why are all the lights on upstairs when everyone is downstairs?”

* Meal planning. My Ma had a standard week day menu {we knew exactly what we were having for dinner on a Monday and Tuesday night!} and although I’m not this bad {yet} I do write a weekly meal pan.

* When The Things ask “What’s for dinner?”, I reply “Bread and pull it.”  Just as my Ma used to- I still have NO idea what this means!

* We switch off the tele in the living room because nobody is watching it. And in the kitchen. And some bedrooms.

* We comment how green the grass is after a torrential down pour of rain. Despite having moaned that every time the dog goes outside she comes back in with muddy feet.

* Constantly reminding The Things not to run up and downstairs,  whilst saying cliches to them like “You sound like a herd of elephants!”.

* We take a cup of tea to bed with us

What do you do, that your parents did/ do?


Sometimes, as a parent, you HAVE to laugh.

Just a short post to share with you. You may not even find it funny. But I think it totally sums up Mr 29 and mine’s parenting.

We had popped into Guildford for nothing very exciting really. Mr 29 wanted to order a made to measure unit for his Hi Fi equipment from one of our favourite stores and I ended up purchasing a rather gorgeous pair of trousers from River Island. And obviously, Thing 1, A.K.A The Tweenager, wanted to go to Hollister, but I digress from my post point.

We stopped by the food court for a bite to eat. The Things had a hearty Macdonalds {good parenting, non?!}, whilst Mr 29 and I had noodles. Now, in this Macdonalds, there is not a ketchup bar, you still get your sauces in closed sauce pots. Que, Thing 1 opening it and getting it all over his face and hair. His bad, right? So did Mr 29 and I help him? Rush to get more napkins? No. To both. We both turned to get our phones to take a photo and laughed out loud, so that everybody else who was sat munching, oblivious to what just happened on our table, quickly became aware of tomato sauce gate. Awesome.

You know, I’m sure this sort of behaviour adds character to a kid. Or something.