I've been away from here for a little bit too long, with school holidays, work etc. I've also been concentrating on micro-blogging.
Just the other day I discovered that Sarah Brown had joined Twitter. As well as being Mrs G. Brown, she is a strong advocate of women's health in the developing world. Knowing this, I 'followed' her (on Twitter this is a …
… didn't twig really, but Harry understands about charity, and he was proud that his old nursery school was raising money to stop other mummys dying like his did.
The first Jessica's Trust fundraiser was, I suspect, a huge success in monetary terms. I already know it was a success in the terms that matter even more. People mind about the next Jessica too, and the fact that so many people …
… Mum, she and Harry will never have their mother there on red letter days. On Emily's first day at school last month, in her new dress, she looked at me with a sadness and simply said, "I wish my mummy could see me today."
What will she say if she graduates, or gets married?
My point is that death never goes away once it has struck, but what I want to underline, through Jessica's Trust, is …
… I'm sure I'll find out.
Anyway, I was just chatting to two new Mum's - new as in new to the school - at our first coffee morning of the term about being the only dad around the table and about what the Jessica's Trust banner in my email signature is all about.
Obviously they'd followed the link and read some of the pages, but wanted to know what it was really like, what does it involve …
… and Portugal, enjoying glorious sunshine in both, but tomorrow all three of us start again at school. I go back in my working capacity in I.T., Harry returns now in Upper School and Emily joins us for her first day at 'big school' in Reception.
How vividly I remember Harry's first day three years ago: shy and nervous, clinging to my arm. How quickly he learned to adore his teacher, an …
Since the launch of Friday's Child and last weekend's coverage I have been flooded with comments, emails, letters and calls. It is so moving and rewarding to receive them all, and I may be slow but I am getting up to date with replying.
Trying to keep up makes me think that I am not giving a …
When I picked Emily up from school this afternoon (and I can hear what she'd say to me here, "It's not school, Daddy, it's NURSERY school") I said hello to the head teacher as Emily came rushing out.
"I saved this for you," she said, "It's missing a bit but I thought you'd be interested." She handed me a pulled out spread …
… to meet every week, usually for lunch on Wednesdays, until the children started going to nursery school. The meetings became more irregular, but they stayed in touch and sometimes us Dads joined them for dinner. In the years since, the number of children has grown to eleven.
Since Jessica's death the girls have welcomed me into their group as an honorary Mum, and have supported me hugely in …
… for 24 hours, that's what Health & Safety guidelines say.'
This morning Harry went back to school, but could we find his holiday homework folder before he went? Not a bit of it.
My best guess is that it got swept up with quotes and policies, so it was interesting explaining to the Form teacher today, 'Harry did do it, but we can't find it... We think the wood worm killer has it by …
… The project snowballed: I needed better storage for my bills, receipts, solicitor letters and school reports, so I went to IKEA. It was better, but it still looked wrong: new furniture against bare floor boards, ripped embossed wall paper and dirty, chipped paintwork. It was obvious why I rarely worked in there, I even wrote my book at the kitchen table. The room needed a real face lift, …