Author Archives: Stephen Smith

Megan found a water colouring book in the cupboard. Despite the promise of “mess free fun”, the children still managed to splash the mucky water everywhere (including our beautifully white walls). I’m going to have to repaint most of the house once lockdown has finished.

Megan and the children got creative in the kitchen. Apples were sliced, spiced and cooked, and a bowl of crumble topping was mixed together – what a treat. Megan and I have a difference of opinion when it comes to the ideal crumble to filling ratio (I prefer a thinner layer and tarter apples), but as head chef she was in charge of all things crumble for the day.

The BBQ was nearly a disaster. I had three open bags of charcoal with just the dregs left in the bottom – I foolishly lit the BBQ using only these dregs. Of course, all the small bits of charcoal just burnt through exceedingly quickly and left very little heat to cook on. What a rookie error!

A few months ago I created a rod for my back when I started cutting the children’s toast in to funny shapes. Today James wanted a volcano. A damn volcano!

The clocks went forward overnight so various timepieces around the house showed conflicting times depending on whether or not they’re connected to the internet. As a result, the day started with the usual confusion about what the time actually was.

The main excitement for the day revolved around Genevieve’s new bike. But before she could ride the bike I had to unpack and assemble it.

The morning started with another Munchkin Sport exercise routine. I’ve just noticed that the sessions are called “Shake Off The Crazy”, but both Genevieve and James were still just as crazy once they’d finished. Perhaps I can make a claim under the Trade Descriptions Act?

I’ve often heard that Thursday is the new Friday, but does that hold true when the days are all blurring in to one? It certainly does in the Smith house as we had a whale of a time today.

The morning started with a vigorous exercise lead by Munchkin Sport. I couldn’t get the iPad to work, so Genevieve worked out in front of my laptop on top of the dishwasher.

Here we are – it’s the second day of the week. And yet, somehow it feels like at least Wednesday. Should I be concerned that it’s only day two but it’s already blurring in to one “mega day”?