Monday 26 August 2013


Having kids makes it worse, I think. It's a cliché to say that "they grow up so fast," but it's true, and that can't help but emphasise the passage of time and the long absences it entails. These are the choices we make though.

I'll get over it. Back to the schedule and everyday mini-challenges. The trick is to watch the saplings grow and also keep half an eye on the forest stretching out all around you. Anyway, here's a slightly too trite song that still manages to make my throat catch a little every time.


  1. they often ask, "When are you coming home?"

    And that makes me ask myself, "What am I still doing here?" I can answer the question, but I don't like the way it sounds anymore...

    Good on you for being a man who knows his priorities. Eventually I always give in to myself...

    1. Thanks. I appreciate it, but have to confess that the priorities have undergone a not insubstantial restructuring of late, which is probably no bad thing.

      These questions never get any easier, do they?