Month: August 2017

Imaginary friends

I think most children go through it – that time where your best friend exists in your head but you’re pretty sure they’re actually real.

I remember having one who was not very good at stopping my shots when we played football together – surprisingly – but any other details have long since faded.

As parents it’s important to go along with the pretence, encouraging your child’s social development and including the imaginary friend in everyday life until they get bored with them.

Which may have to be soon for us as with Sophie’s army of pretend pals we’re going to need to do some dramatic upsizing!

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The end of an era – Bolt and Farah finish in tears

Last night was right up there as one of the best sporting experiences ever. With Mo Farah and Usain Bolt on the ticket, second Saturday tickets had always looked promising.

Little did I anticipate just how bright the fireworks would be.

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Bootcamp Babies – time off with Daddy is exhausting…!

So I’ve been a “retired” schoolteacher for almost two weeks now and the new lease of life is certainly taking its toll…on Sophie and Harry!

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Perhaps it was Justin Gatlin’s turn

I know this won’t be popular. Usain Bolt has, almost single-handedly, kept athletics relevant and spread the sport across the world to non sports fans.

His appeal, presence and popularity has been totally universal.

In his final 100m race last night, the stage was set for a fairytale golden ending.

Until, that is, the erstwhile ‘villain’ of the piece Justin Gatlin came along and sneaked the victory.

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Cheerful or churlish? – a season in League One awaits…

For the first time in my lifetime, Blackburn Rovers will kick off the new season on Saturday in the doldrums of League One with, all due respect, the likes of Rochdale, Plymouth and Fleetwood.

I can’t say I’m looking forward to it. Sure, I’m imbued with the same old start-of-season optimism that all football fans have before the leaves start to fall and the grim reality of a season of struggle begins to set in. (Make that ten past 3 on Saturday then).

But, for all that following Rovers is both a delight and a nightmare, there is some cause for cautious optimism.

Here are my reasons to be cheerful/reasons to be churlish…

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