DAD BLOGS: Mrunal

“Beep!” went the answerphone on my wife’s mobile. “Hello mummy,” said my daughter Meri, “I’m going to go the Granny’s...

Clare and I came back into our flat in London, happy, full and a little tipsy after a very enjoyable evening out...

We were in York Minster and my six year old son, Arun, was making bouncing up and down excitedly going, “Boing! Boing!...

I was working one evening in the loft. It was a warm evening and the windows were open. I could hear a banging from...

“So,” I said to my four year old daughter, “did you know that there’s a really, really big football competition...

“Only in it for the parking” read the T-shirt the lady opposite me was wearing. It had a big disabled sign (you know...

All four of us were walking down the road on Saturday morning. Meri was belting out her version of the songs from the...

The late afternoon was bathed in the warm, hazy sepia sunshine that populates memories. I was riding my newish bike...

I was along the street with my two children, Arun 6 and Meri 4, having just collected the younger one from nursery....