Quiet, quiet times at Scruffy Towers while my non-existent organisational skills have been pushed to the limit by the need to tend to our extended family (up 33% on 2015 levels) while scrabbling after self-employed coin and trying to maintain a human relationship with my wife, Dr L, which largely involves spending the evening staring wordlessly at various glowing screens.
But, but… some news. The online treasure hoard of parental advice SuperNanny UK has started to include tales of red-eyed derring do by actual parents, which has got to be a good thing, right? It still contains the sworn testimony of various child experts, but that bit of local colour keeps things grounded, doesn’t it?
So, if you’re interested to know a little about how we transferred J-Machine from his faithful travel cot into the brave new terrain of the ‘grown-up’ bed, then turn your eyes and minds to this.
Hopefully, I’ll get into a routine more conducive to posting again soon, but it wouldn’t be Scruffy Dad if I had any firm plan of what was going to happen next.