Sometime radio presenter (Pulse 1, Viking FM, XFM and others), occasional stand-up comedian and supposed writer Jim Coulson’s voyage into the world of parenthood. Follow the highs and lows, the sleepless nights and the slightly less sleepless nights
As a watched pot never boils (even when full of noodles and the most synthetic tasting of flavourings), a constantly monitored mobile telephone will not ring. This is not, I must stipulate, a suggested tactic Click to read.
Thank goodness for slow drying plaster. It’s given me an excuse to escape the confines of our downstairs toilet/wet room where I have been beavering away sanding, glossing, filling, swearing and almost weeping for the Click to read.
Alfie is naughty. Make no bones about it. He’s a friendly, energetic and generally loyal Labrador when the mood takes him but he’s also particularly mischievous. Let’s not apportion blame here but I do distinctly Click to read.
“You’ve got all this to look forward to” is a sentence I am hearing with increasing regularity as we hurtle into the third trimester. It comes from beleaguered parents who are fighting that endless battle Click to read.
We are now moving into the period of pregnancy called ‘nesting’. This is a complete misnomer; were it just about rooting out some bits of twig and bringing them home then that would be fine. Click to read.