January 2008 Archives

"Have you got Jess some trackie bottoms for hockey?" came the call from my wife just before lunchtime - code for "get your backside out to the shops and buy her some or she won't be playing".

After minutes of searching I snapped up a bargain in true dad style...sort of grey high waisted cotton affairs with flared bottoms that would double as lounge pants - value for money, I thought.

"WHAT'S that dust covered white thing in the cupboard?" my wife will ask, probably, in about five or six months time.

"It's a Wii love, remember them - the 'must have' toy from last Christmas?"

I'M not a great believer in conspiracy theories but there's definitely something funny going on at my house.

Each night when I return home my 14-year-old son has switched on every light in the place - from his desk lamp to the bedrooms to the living room.

Planes landing at Brum use our place as a landing beacon as they begin their descent.

Meanwhile I'm beginning my descent into poverty as the constantly soaring gas and electric bills tumble in. My son insists he is not on commission from our energy supplier Npower which has just bumped up its prices.