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Just over a week into my diet journey and I already have a profound insight into weight loss. Take Healthy eating! Done right the weight will drop off you but the unpublished side effect is the rapid decrease in your carbon footprint. 👇 this mornings breakfast 
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I say they but to be fair, I agreed to this, in theory..ish I had begun to notice that after years of being straight up and down, my little yet hard earned beer belly was almost arriving in places before the rest of me got there, almost At first I wasn’t that bothered, Dad bods were in and I had the height to sustain the extra load, or so I thought. Slowly the comments started creeping in, the body shaming and the little pats on the tum tum. And that was just from the kids! Today’s lunch, healthy right?  Cards on the table, I can be grumpy through most of the major holidays but there is something about Halloween that makes me the grumpiest. I say this as I glare at a plastic skeleton hanging on my living room door like a reject from a biology department, while several severed plastic fingers litter the stairs. I’m just waiting for the Pumpkin to arrive, it’s alway me who has to scoop up the rotting remains  Saturday past was date night & to make it all the more romantic, I brought the Wife along. I mean she was my one and only choice, of course. I had bought us tickets to see a Country Music band called Old Dominion at the Waterfront Hall in Belfast. Old Dominion are what I call New Country, which is a world away from Patsy Cline, John Denver or local leg-end Jimmy Buckley. Look them up! You might be surprised I even arranged childcare for the boys, which is how Auntie Lynze came to give up a Saturday night on the booze & boys (over 18’s only) and came to our house to watch the kids. In reality my 8 year old would take charge with Auntie Lynze only being there to tick the ‘Adult present’ box should anything have gone wrong.  A little earlier this year the boys both won goldfish at the school fair, which for a month or so, took pride of place in their respective bowls on the breakfast bar. After a few months of swimming round and round an empty tank, eventually one died, possibly out of total boredom. This was no surprise, at least to everyone except my Wife, who as a child allegedly had the same Goldfish for 9 years........ Welcome to my World.  Today my oldest Nephew, I have four in total, turns 18. It is of course a big day for him as it is for everyone, what with being of age to drink, vote and defy your parents. But this isn’t all about him, it’s a milestone for me as well. 18 for him means 18 years older for me & that’s a little much to take. He was born not one month after the attacks of 9/11, so sadly he never knew the World before that. Maybe that sadness is more for me as he never knew what he was missing. I decided to write him a little verse for the occasion, which he has unexpectedly printed out and pinned on the fridge in my parents house. Maybe I am kinda cool after all. I thought I would share it with a little further afield This is him, at my wedding in 2011  This morning my five year old son briefly broke from his Switch and in my opinion father/son protocol, to matter of factly inform me that my head was turning silver and I needed to dye my hair. Out of the mouth of babes eh? Or in this case, out of the mouths of, well, the C word comes to mind. Yet, as I recovered from his unguarded kick in the nuts I realised that he wasn’t to blame him for this announcement. His little mind has been craftily manipulated and to prove it we need to go back in time, just a few months. Rewind to Father's Day 2019. 👇 I think the light makes it look more silvery than it is.....  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 Welcome, welcome to week two of summer vacation 2019. We are six school free days in, four of which I have been home alone with my two dementors & without tempting fate, saying Beetlejuice 3 times or spilling salt & not chucking some over my shoulder to appease the salty Gods, it’s all been ok so far.  |
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