Good Grief

*WARNING* What follows is a predictable, self-indulgent, overly long retrospective on the year just ending which drifts into all sorts of stuff and it gets a bit moany!

As 2016 comes to an end, it feels like we’re all a bit punch drunk. Like some woozy boxer desperately trying to hang on for the final bell, we wobble about on the ropes hoping to avoid the next punch which will no doubt take us out completely.

Looking back now it seems I spent most of the year either recycling or commuting and anyone who was in any way famous that isn’t in jail for Saville related crimes went and died. 2016 also didn’t include a Florida holiday so it doesn’t stand much chance of being seen in a good light!

A quick glance at social media will show you that the seemingly huge amount of celebrity deaths this year has everyone reeling and certainly the devastating combo of George Michael and Carrie Fisher over Christmas was hard to take. Having said that, some of the celebs passing on were less of a surprise. Those of them in their nineties fall into the “good innings” category and as much as that will not reduce the pain their families will feel, death comes to us all and if you get into your tenth decade you’ve done OK. Does anyone else have the feeling there’s one last shock to come before 2016 bows out? Let’s hope not!

Depending on your political views the state of the world right now is either a brave new dawn or the start of the Apocalypse. You don’t need to be a genius to figure out that I fall into the latter camp more than the former, but this isn’t a place for political debate. Suffice to say on a personal note the events of 2016 have not improved my mood, outlook or disposition.

So generally there’s been a lot of grief around this year and I think I was feeling it too for most of the year. Looking back on last year on a personal level, it has been tough. Now, of course, everything is relative and whatever troubles I think we’ve had will without doubt be nothing compared to stuff others have gone through. I always make this caveat before doing any sort of woe is me thing as it’s right to recognise that, but it doesn’t diminish the level of crap experienced! Certainly some of the tales Louise tells me of the stuff she treats people for make me feel like the luckiest man on the planet.

My grief wasn’t really for the latest hero who may have passed on. Having given a lot of thought to what felt like a lengthy personal malaise for most of the year I suspect I was locked in a cliché for some time. This manifested itself in, among other things, some less than brilliant blogging and some proper grumpiness which is not like me…..well, OK, it is, but more than usual.

My grief was not for any celebrity, but rather, I think, for the passing of something else that I loved…….my daughter’s childhoods. Whether it was empty nest syndrome (although we have a partly full nest), a mid-life crisis, or any other number of things that you may want to call it, my state of mind was as cliched as the buying of a sports car and a hair weave by any middle-aged man (neither of which you will ever see me do as I can’t afford them) but clichés are usually clichés for a reason.

I’m lucky enough to have good relationships with both of the girls and with the odd episode apart we get on well which is lovely. I consider us very lucky to have had relatively trouble-free childhoods with them both. Neither of them were ever really bad, in trouble at school or with the police and the only real substance abuse they undertook was sugar. I’m not naïve enough to think I know everything they got up to but generally they did well at school, had lovely reports from their teachers and were a pleasure to be around. One of the real highlights of all our holidays was getting to spend extended periods of time with them as Louise and I, like most parents, usually bumped into them of a morning and evening before rushing off to or back from work and school.

When you are in those childhood years it feels like they will last forever. Indeed, some nights feel that way when they have just thrown up over the fourth set of bedding and you’re showering the vomit off them an hour before you need to get up to go to work!

Certainly in those early years of sleep deprivation, typically little disposable income and an attempt to do the right stuff at work to fix that, life is a blur. Looking back now of course those years lasted about seventeen seconds and most memories of anything bad are lost in the fog of time, leaving just the rose-tinted glow of nostalgia wrapped around what feel like golden years. At the time, it feels like you are always working towards something or some event when things will be better, or finished or more complete. That never comes as the carrots in front of us just get bigger or certainly take different shapes as the years go by and there is no end game.

Those seemingly wonderfully simple childhood years eventually turned into what have been for us very challenging ones as the girls moved into adulthood. Maybe it is the other way round for some, it just seems to be the way the cookie has crumbled for us. As they start to make their own decisions and meet other people who affect those decisions the glorious control you have over their lives evaporates. Sure, you don’t need to fight them to get their socks on of a morning, have a full-blown argument as you didn’t get their plaits right or persuade them to finish their veg, but those positives can be outweighed by having to watch them metaphorically drive at a brick wall at 100 miles per hour with no seat belt on.

Although I have over shared a load of stuff over the years I won’t be sharing the details of what I have alluded to just now. It’s not appropriate to do so as they are things that happened to other adults and not me and this isn’t their blog, but safe to say, we’ve been though some stuff with both of them in the past year and a bit. Some of it has been self-inflicted of course and other things have just happened to them through no fault of their own. Either way, watching the two things you care about most on the planet go through this stuff is heart breaking. You can literally feel that happening. It’s a physical experience.

Lots of folks told me to cherish the early years with the kids of course, but mercifully for me, not in an overly long self-indulgent blog post like this. I didn’t ignore the advice, I was just too busy and tired to do anything about it and by the time I had the ability to appreciate the reality of this circle of life the girls were adults and it was too late. Now I can see how and why grandparents behave like they do with their grandchildren!

I am of course not the first to go through this grieving process. Every parent thinks they are the first to go though everything and there’s nothing worse than someone trying to give you advice on how to do stuff with your families. Who’s got time for that right?

So I don’t offer this as advice, just an observation that might encourage others to fast forward a decade or so and use that perfect hindsight to remind themselves to smell the odd rose as they hurtle through life at a million miles an hour, driving the kids to play with friends whose names you’ll not remember in a few years time, or getting them ready for the sixth party this month for someone called Josh, Jordan or Jacob.

When the parenting of adults has become really tough, and at times recently it has been just a constant stream of stress, problems and angst, I yearn for the driving years. Those years when pretty much all of my spare time was spent being the taxi of Dad. School, Guides, parties, gigs, shopping, A&E, McDonalds…it didn’t matter where I was driving them, I had them safe in the back of the car, I was literally controlling their immediate destinies and it felt right. Sure, you know that I have a Type A control freak streak as wide as a mile. It manifests itself in my holiday planning and most other aspects of my life. I plan, make lists and like to know what’s going on and when. Those driving years were easy or easier it seemed as I was in the driving seat in all meanings of the phrase. Endless hours sat waiting for them outside of events, gigs or whatever they were doing meant I didn’t see a TV for most of my thirties.

When I see my friends and online connections with their smaller kids it of course evokes memories that make me happy and a little sad sometimes. Those times are never coming back and that grief is real. If you are one of those parents of younger ones try to take these ramblings on board if you can. It’s much easier these days to capture memories of course. In the early years of my two you still had to go to an actual shop to have photos created, so that will help, but do try to step outside of the daily madness and soak in a minute or two. You will never have today with your kids again. If there is a choice to be made due to finances, take the holiday, do the fun stuff, don’t renovate the house. If I’m honest, we probably should have done the opposite a few times but we got by and still do and I wouldn’t exchange any of our holidays for a bigger or better house.

Don’t get me wrong I do not put myself up as a paragon of parenting or a master of decision making. God knows I have buggered plenty of things up over the years and made some stinkers of decisions but at this point now I’m blogging for myself as much as anything which is how this whole thing started back in 2009 and maybe that’s the way forward for 2017 too. Who knows that may make the content here every week better for everyone!! That would be welcome I’m sure. Maybe it is natural to have felt like this when being a Dad was probably the one thing I felt I was pretty good at and now the skills required in that role have changed to ones I’m not so good at, like patience, offering advice that is often ignored and not being in total control of the lives I helped create.

Next year sees another Florida trip of course and we are all very ready for that. The only downside to that is that it will be the first trip we do without Rebecca. You see when kids grow up they do annoying things like start their own lives. It’s very inconsiderate of them!! It is of course only a matter of time until we’re doing one of these trips with the next generation of the clan. Those yet to be born youngsters have no concept of the wonderful fun stuff they will be dragged along to across the Atlantic. We’ve had years of practice now and their holidays are going to be awesome!

I don’t make resolutions for New Year. It’s just another day. My goal however for the immediate future is not to become a nostalgia monster. By that, I mean one of those who thinks good things only happened in the past and talks about them all the time. There’s a place for that of course, it’s the main reason I wrote all those trip reports, as a memory jogger and an aide to looking back at some of our most happy times. My guess is that in another ten years, I’ll be looking back on this time with a similar fondness, my memory blocking out most of the horrible stuff again. If that’s grief, then it’s probably good grief. It’s how you females manage to have more than one child isn’t it?

Having spent almost 2,000 words pissing and moaning, I should redress the balance by saying that some things were great last year. Louise found the nursing job she always wanted with a team she loves, professionally for me things have gone well although at times I wonder how or why as I’m making it up as I go most of the time, I enjoyed many a gig with Mustard, Rebecca got engaged to Tom, Emily found herself a job with a great company (and wonderful boss!) and we are all healthy, fed, watered and housed.

Looking ahead to 2017 I know both of the girls have plans in place to make it what they want it to be and of course we’ll be there to help and support them in getting there if we can. Hopefully the onslaught of dramas of recent times are behind us and we can enjoy watching the two lovely humans we created continue to be the wonderful young women they are.

It now feels like this grief has passed or at least diminished in recent months helped by a relative period of calm and a realisation that I should stop being a knob . No doubt we’ll be riding the roller coaster again at some point but I have a strong feeling and hope that the worst is behind us now, hence the sharing of my thoughts here. Life is a series of phases and the troublesome transition for me into this latest one feels like it may be largely done.

Pardon my self indulgent rambling as 2016 comes to an end. I figured that if I don’t write honestly here then there’s little point in doing the blog at all. Here’s to a better 2017 for us all on all fronts and I make you a promise that I will try to write a decent trip report of our April adventures so you’ll have better stuff to read than these introspective wafflings. As ever your continued perseverance, loyalty and interest in this stuff is appreciated more than you know.

Till the next time……

Merry Christmas (Work Is Over)

So this is Christmas, and my work is done,
Another year over, out of office is on.
And so this is Christmas, it’s always a rush,
Louise spent last weekend, decorating her bush.


A very Merry Christmas, enjoy your work’s do,
Louise’s was last night, she threw up down the loo.

And so this is Christmas (work is over)
The eating won’t stop (if you want to)
One more roast potato (work is over)
And my belt will go pop (if you want it)
And so happy Christmas (work is over)
Drinks every night (if you want it)
Six beers and a Baileys (work is over)
And heartburn to fight (now)

A very Merry Christmas, when Gaviscon’s king,
Expelling the excess, takes a toll on your ring!

And so this is Christmas (work is over)
Loose pants I will wear (if you want it)
My faves on the telly (work is over)
Like Where Eagles Dare (if you want it)
And so happy Christmas (work is over)
May your presents be great (if you want it)
But that CD by Coldplay (work is over)
Is OK to hate (now)

So here’s to your Christmas, and big plans for New Year.
A chinese and Jools Holland, and maybe two beers.

Work is over, yes I’ll flaunt it, work is over now……..

Happy Christmas from us all to you!

Till the next time……

Festive Ferrets

It’s on days like today that I curse my type A, over planning, obsessive nature that won’t let me break my ritual of blogging of a Sunday. I’m shattered.

This weekend has been the Xmas do of my department and it isn’t something that is done halfheartedly. For a start it was down south, a two hundred mile drive down south, so Emily and I were up early yesterday to begin the journey.

The venue was Wasing Park, which I think is near Newbury and/or Reading. It’s a nice place, mostly used for weddings, but for two days my company took it over for a day of fun activities and an evening of too much alcohol. So yesterday I spent my day racing ferrets, working with gun dogs, driving strange vehicles and navigating several team games, most of which involved a blind fold. Don’t worry it wasn’t fifty shades of anything.


It will not surprise you to know that I excelled in all events and it was only some very suspect marking which somehow meant I didn’t win anything! Despite a gruesome weather forecast beforehand the rain held off until the late afternoon by which time everyone had definitely had enough and wanted to go and get warm (in the bar!).

The evening consisted of more traditional and expected xmas do activities, such as eating turkey and drinking. Us oldies sat at the back sipping our drinks and chatting whilst Emily and the youngsters were dancing to something they claimed to be music. No, I do not want to work, work, work, work, work.

I was in bed and merry by about 1am. Emily was a little worse for wear and may have seen her turkey for a second time in one evening during the night. With no harm done other than a headache and a need for the full English we woke up to, the journey home took four hours but felt like forty.

My plan now is to do as little as possible, watch the footy and hope that Louise is making the tea. I am definitely getting too old for this sort of thing.

Anyway, that’s all you’re getting today, but I will leave you with a picture of my helmet.


Till the next time…..

Look At My Ageing Baubles…

Thank you to you all for your kind wishes and lovely comments on last week’s post. If I could I would invite you all to the wedding but I’m tight so I won’t. That looks like it will be in 2020 by the way, which is a pleasingly long time off giving us some time to eBay our every possession to fund a wedding that a Russian Oligarch may find opulent (probably).

Louise has been working this weekend tending to the weeping sores and boils of the Bolton community which has meant that the enormous responsibility of putting the xmas decorations fell onto the shoulders of Emily and I. Louise normally does it as that is simpler than us doing it and then her re-doing it all shortly afterwards. She is quite particular about such things and to be fair it pays off as out tree always looks lovely.

So I did the wise thing and just did the heavy lifting of locating the tree, assembling it and moving around all the furniture to accommodate it in the nominated space. I then bowed out gracefully and left Emily to execute this year’s colour scheme.

She did well and the final result passed the ultimate test and not one bauble was moved. As we found the suitable baubles to match the instructed colours we did of course come across some blasts from the past.


The fact that a delicate bauble has survived pretty much intact in our house for fifteen years is a Christmas miracle. Some though have not fared quite so well and the ravages of time, so familiar to my aging body have not been kind.


Safe to say he did not make the tree this year. The theme was not shabby woolen tat.

Once complete Emily captured the dogs posing in front of it.



Don’t worry, they got the doggy treat Emily was dangling above them to get them to pose like that.

My four-day working weeks continue and it is lovely to think that I now only have eight more days at work until my long festive break. I may spend the entire fortnight in my dressing gown and a food coma.

As we move closer to Christmas then our holiday moves into sharper focus too. We’ll need to be getting our Disney park tickets early in the new year so that we are in position to do our FastPass + bookings in February. I think we’re going to go with one of those Magic Your Way things as we only have four days in Disney. Did I mention that we have a lot to cram in? Those 4 day hoppers are currently around £312 whereas a 14 day ultimate is about £100 more each. Normally I like to have the flexibility to be able to pop into to Disney at any time but with time so tight and the price difference it just isn’t worth it.

We can pick up the Universal tickets just before we leave with no such incentive to have them 60 days before we get there. I wonder how long it will be before they cotton on to that.

By the way, after I highlighted the cabana nonsense a couple of weeks ago, did anyone see the news about the “express” bus service being offered at WDW? $15 a day per person to get some sort of VIP experience. Now, we always hire a car, as that independence is really important to us, plus we like to venture out and about off site a lot and to be honest I like driving over there in what is usually a lovely motor. So the thought of paying extra for that sort of thing is not something we’d ever do, but it’s another extra earner that doesn’t really feel right to me. Is anyone thinking of using that?

From what I’ve read one thing that might be worth using the service for is that they intend to go through some backstage areas to speed up journeys. That might be interesting to see, but I doubt it will be taking a route through anywhere too interesting or sensitive. For a family of four, I’d venture that for $60 a day you could Uber your way around the parks, could you not? Anyway, I suppose if some people do use this new thing it will lessen the load on the normal service which may be helpful.

Anyway, time to go and walk several animals and then think about what is for tea. Louise has been taking it easy at work all weekend but she’ll expect to be fed when she gets in.

Till the next time……