The National Forest Adventure Farm (NFAF) is fast becoming one of my most favourite places to visit. Not only have they managed to scare me out of my mind with their Screamfest last Halloween but they have now fulfilled my dream of becoming a secret agent. NFAF is hosting the world’s first Escape Maze,
On Thursday we took a trip to the longest show cave in Britain, White Scar Cave. The tour lasts about 80 minutes and shows you some incredible sights, from stalactites and stalagmites that are over 100,000 years old to a cavern that is one of the largest in Britain. White Scar
A teenager’s mind is somewhere best left alone. It’s not working properly anyway and it’s all confused and back to front. Everything you have ever taught your child will be forgotten, I’m hoping they store this information ready to use again once they hit their 20’s… Things like Talking Eating with your mouth
With a teenager in the house life seems to sometimes revert back to when there was a toddler in the house. Going out anywhere takes four times longer than it should. Conversation has been reduced to a series of noises and bedtime is a nightmare, needing military precision planning and bribery. I know things
I have had discussions with my son in the past about things that he wasn’t allowed to do. Whether that be playing further away from the house when he was little, staying up late, drinking fizzy drinks or eating sweets that will eventually rot his teeth. At first, when he was little, he
A few days ago I posted about my son and his financial knowledge. I included a diagram of my bank account activity and promised to enlighten you all with a follow-up regarding his insight and opinion… First and foremost I managed to coax him out of his room with promises of hot chocolate and pieces of
I spoke to my 13-year-old son the other day about learning the value of money. My Dad used to say this to me when I was younger every time I asked for some money for the shop and I always thought “Well, I know the value of money” whilst looking down in to my hand.
I’ve not given you the attention you deserve, the undivided acknowledgement that I should have bestowed upon your every waking hour. You have surely deserved better, I know you have. It hurts me deep inside, it’s a gut wrenching guilt that breaks me from inside. Is this how all parents feel? Or have I genuinely