I am a father. I have a two year old daughter, and I work part time so I can spend two week days with her. It’s brilliant. We have a great relationship as a result.
But, my word, weekdays are a the domain of mothers and their children. This might not be politically correct, but it is FACT. These are the stories and ramblings of a – quite frankly – alienated father, shuffling between his house and various locations in London, seeking to overcome the obstacles that society and London Transport (and their passengers, all of whom are bastards who won’t shift for a pushchair) put in his way. And already, he’s slipped into third person. I’m sure this will not make the work more interesting. Stay tuned.