Bad-Dad's blog

There is a chip in my windscreen.

Harriet, (four years old) and I are out on a daddy-and-daughter date. She notices the chip.

So I'm sitting at home thinking that the time has come for me to take a day off.

Last week Mrs B-D and I spent the day with our oldest at the new all-singing all-dancing Royal Alex.

Oh dear. It finally happened this morning.

I guess that all parents think they know better,and wouldn't dream of making the same mistakes their parents did.