DAD BLOGS: Mrunal

I was sitting on the slightly grubby carpet of the airport with my three year old daughter, looking out of the...

It was just after tea-time and as we approached the old Victorian bridge over the river, my wife Clare looked anxious....

It was a Friday night and I was sitting in the pub with a few of my local friends (all of them dads) and we were busy...

Arun looked me in the eye and stared me down. He raised his index finger at me and wagged it, doing a very passable...

There is no nice way of putting this, but I inhabit a world where children die. Last week, a beautiful little girl I...

One of the most difficult questions I am ever asked is “how many kids do you have?” Sounds simple doesn’t it? But for...

An excited Meri burst into the bedroom of our holiday cottage last Saturday. “Winnie the Pooh clock says it’s time to...

Clare and I were lying in bed on a Saturday morning at about 7am. “Oh no!” I said as I heard the patter of little feet...

Meri let out a huge squeal and came running from the conservatory into the kitchen. “Arun pushed me!” she complained,...