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I have been married twenty-one years; I have two teenage daughters, and I am fifty years of age this year.

I wish to spend my fiftieth birthday in a log cabin, by a lake full of trout, with fishing tackle and a boat; with enough food essential’s to last a week. No Internet, nor TV, but a few good books. And did I mention on my own? Well yes on my own. 

If this makes me selfish, well so be it. Because I won’t enjoy my fiftieth any other way.

However, as I live in the UK this isn’t going to happen as I’d like.

So I guess I won’t enjoy it.


I have reflected hard as to whether I should pass comment on this highly emotive news article, written by Sam Marsden and Martin Beckford, in The Telegraph, about a 32-year-old woman referred to as “E”. If it were not for the comments laid down by Dr Peter Saunders, the campaign director of Care not Killing I probably would not have.

On this occasion, Mr Justice Peter Jackson took a most difficult decision but got it wrong.

In getting it wrong Mr Justice Jackson has not only prolonged the agonies of “E”: but also the agony of her family, who have obviously morally and ethically deliberated (in some depth) to how best support their daughter. He has also provided campaign groups such as Care not Killing yet another stick to bang their drum with.

Dr Saunders inferring that “E” was lacking capacity, “…that acting in the best interests of people who are lacking capacity does not always mean acceding to their demands” is an insult to “E”.

The implication of Saunders comment could suggest that Mr Justice Jackson was acting appropriately.

However, as his [Mr Justice Jackson] decision was against that of an individual with capacity – the article clearly, identifies “E” as “…a highly talented and intellectual woman…” – was this so?

Clearly, “E” has been striving to keep control of her life and her destiny, as is her right. It would appear that this whole case is about protecting the authorities position and not “E’s”.

I hope “E” finds what she is looking for.


There comes a point in a child’s life when a situation arises to which they will want to shy away from; saying that this also goes for adults too: and today is one of those such occasions for my daughter.

For some time now my thirteen year old daughter has been aware she requires an orthodontic brace, and to facilitate the fitting of the brace she will require some teeth out.

Despite having been brought up going to the dentists twice a year with the family for check ups, she is none the happier with the thought of having the extractions. The very thought of blood, and losing the teeth (even though she is not concerned about the brace) has been quite traumatic for her. So because of this worry, it has been possible to organise for her to have them out under sedation, administered by an anaesthetist at the University Dental Hospital in town. A full general anaesthetic is in this instance a little over the top as the teeth appear not too awkward on the x-ray.

Despite knowing the team who involved with the extractions and familiar with the technique used, I am still nervous for her.

I have her iPod and her favourite “Ted”, and not bothered that she is thirteen and wanting a “Ted” because I know it will help her get through this ordeal. An ordeal for her as much as it is for many children: so parents if they want their favourite “Ted” let them have it.

So it is with great in-trepidation I set off to pick her up from school to take to town. I just hope I hide my anxieties better than she, as I don’t want to put her off.

Dear all

As a father of two young ladies not yet in their teens, I am aware that the pain (and anguish) they put me through at the moment is nothing compared to what it is going to be in the future: and for that bit of foresight I am truly grateful. For even if there were ways in which one could protect ones self from the pain and anguish a growing child brings, through their teen’s, and later life, would one want to stop it? I do not think so! It is the experience of being a parent.

It is New Years Eve on Friday and we are planning to celebrate with friends at an arranged party in the local Civic Hall. My girls will no doubt be dressed to the nines, will be wearing too much make up, and having a wail of a time. They will be pains: wanting this, that, and the other; annoying the boys they know, in the way young girls do. Embarrassing dad into getting on to the dance floor; and I will for the sake of peace and an easy way out!

As we, as a family, prepare for the New Year celebrations on Friday, my thoughts turn to the parents of James Bulger, Madeline Macan and Joanna Yeates. Just a few amongst the many who will not feel the same emotions as others bringing in the New Year.

So as we raise a glass at midnight it seems only right to ask that we all remember those children who are no longer with us.



Comfortable Hound

Comfortable Hound

Dear all

Spending Christmas down at my parents with my family has turned out one of the best Christmas breaks to date. The icing on the cake [Christmas] was the reception we received from our dog, who had spent the Christmas period at my wife’s parents. We have to leave Honey there because my parents have an ageing cat: the size of Garfield; who would probably react to Honey as Garfield did to Odie.

We pulled up outside the house, to find Honey sat on the window ledge looking out as though she expected us to arrive at that moment in time. As we entered the house, Honey came bounding (as only a Cavalier could do) down the hallway and almost leapt into our arms. It took the best part of ten minutes for her to calm down, coming to each of us in turn for a personal welcome home. What a reception!

Man’s best friend is his dog: to which I would not disagree. I expect Honey knows who her best friends are.



There we are, another Christmas Day over with. Selfishly over indulged in the finer things in life; food, alcohol, presents and television. Having been caught up in the maelstrom of festivity I do have to remind myself of how lucky we are in comparison to those who, through no fault of their own, will not have shared the same experiences.

There has been three highlight’s to my Christmas this year: about the same number as there are every year, except for two significant differences. Christmas spent with my parents; and “Old Harry’s Game” by the talented Andy Hamilton.

Change one – We have as a family never spent Christmas at my parents home, mainly due to logistics. This time we made an effort and have enjoyed every minute. Being pampered from the minute we arrived, and no doubt until we leave in a few days. I think, in fact I know, the atmosphere created by Mum and Dad have made this year particularly stress free.

Change two – I listened to Andy Hamilton’s, “Old Harry’s Game – Christmas Spirit” admittedly on BBC i player, instead of the obligatory Queens Speech at 3pm. That man is a genius and will now take the 3pm slot on Christmas day every year. That means I will probably have to buy all existing seven series of Old Harry’s Game, or receive them for birthday or Christmas presents.

Well I expect to continue my enjoyment of this festive time into the New Year, without forgetting those less fortunate then myself: and if opportunity arises helping them when I can. I wish everyone who reads this a prosperous New Year, and hope to improve and increase my contribution to the blogging community next year.



The Guilt of Work

Posted: July 18, 2010 in Family
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I have had to work this weekend, the first time for a while now; more from necessity than need.

I feel quite guilty.

Work has not been particularly busy: I know that my time could have been better spent at home, in support of my family preparing for a busy week ahead.
So, sorry love for not being there… 😉