DAD BLOGS: Mrunal

“I like your T-shirt,” said my neighbour who has distinctly anarcho-communist tendencies...   “Thank you,” I...

I watched my five year old lumbering down the road on her ridiculous bike...   It had pink everything including a...

Last week I blogged about my slow and inexorable decline into a graceless and grumpy dotage...   Well, something...

My wife nudged me...   “Huh?” I grunted in my slumber. I opened one eye. “You were snoring,” she complained. I...

It was like a scene from the North – South Korean border...   My daughter stood there with furrowed brow and eyes...

I watched as my daughter came out of her bedroom with a frown and a pout on her face...   She stood there, on the...

I laughed out aloud as my daughter dropped the egg from her spoon and dashed after it...   As she was picking it...

Taylor Swift came onto the stage...   The crowd whooped. My five year old daughter whooped. Her 44 year old...

“Come and look at this!” shouted Clare...   I raced downstairs and barrelled out of the front door of our holiday...