Month: July 2012

Dawn of the bed

Waterloo, The Alamo and that bit of land the 300 Spartans were rather attached to. To this patchy list of memorable battle grounds must be added the name Polegate where, only last week, a significant victory over a formidable and determined adversary was clinched. We got Dylan to sleep in his ‘big boy bed’. Oh yes! …

Fifty Shades of Play

A loosened grey tie, reminiscent of the one on the cover of Fifty Shades of Grey.

She waits alone in a darkened corner of the room, almost hidden to the naked eye. Silent and vulnerable. She knows I am there, but we must wait for our opportunity to present itself. Outwardly, I appear relaxed as I sip ruby-red wine, its lingering taste on my lips reminding me of past conquests. But there is something burning deep within …

The perfect ten

Magnetic numbers on a fridge.

There are three kinds of people in this world: those who can add up and those who can’t. I *may* be a representative of the latter category there but, if recent developments are anything to go by, Dylan doesn’t look like he’s going to take after me and experience the humiliation of having to retake …