Any regular readers of this Blog, if you exist, will have noticed that I have been a little lazy when it comes to the whole blogging thing.
Sometimes life gets in the way, family takes up so much time or work is unrelenting. Sometimes I just can’t be arsed.
I spend a lot of time reading, commenting and liking other folks' content across Instagram, Facebook and Twitter, yet I rarely get around to producing that much of my own stuff
Why is that?
The other morning I ventured into my 8 year olds room, well actually I stood at his door, I had shoes on and he has rules 🤷🏻♂️
It was pre breakfast and maybe that in itself should have served as plenty of warning, after all who pokes a hungry bear right? But then what’s the worst an 8 year old can do against his grown man of a father?
Especially considering I was only there to enquire about his plans for responding to the latest letter from his penpal, yep, pen-pal. An actual ink on paper, stamp on envelope, letter in big red box, pen pal. Befriended in that old fashioned way through the art of conversation, during the family summer holiday.
As his Father, owner of the house & payer of all associated bills, I thought I was authorised to interrupt his morning routine of sloth like lethargy, yet it seems I was mistaken