No Business Like Snow Business

I was working from home yesterday and took today as paternity leave so couldn't help feeling slightly peeved that the snow meant everyone else got time off work at the same time. To cheer myself up I had my hair cut by a Kosovan kick boxer on Tabard Street and for the first time in my life I had my eyebrows trimmed as part of the service too. I feel that the transition to middle age (which started 10 years ago on Brighton Pier when I said to Shelly 'Look, you can see the car from here'), is now complete.

Dad Rock

Not going to bang on about fatherhood etc here. I don't think I'll ever have the time for a start. Suffice to say that nothing can ever prepare you for it. Hats off to the womenfolk - hunting and gathering's a breeze compared to what mother nature puts in their job description.