Like Father, like son

Like Father, like son

My husband and son have many things in common. They would both happily spend the entire day in their pyjamas if they could. Every rainy Saturday afternoon is as a DVD box set opportunity. They laugh at their own…

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The Greek God(zilla)’s Guide to Romance

The Greek God(zilla)’s Guide to Romance

The Greeks are well-known for their philosophy, art and sculpture, literature and mythology; as well as their love of Greece, good food and family. Greek men are also thought to be very romantic.  My father-in-law tells a fantastic…

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Dad’s Home!

Dad’s Home!

The Greek God(zilla) is back from his stint in Brazil and has wasted no time at all in resuming all of his favourite activities; watching football, sleeping and lighting the barbecue. This means that time has also…

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Solo Parenting during the World Cup

Solo Parenting during the World Cup

The Greek God(zilla) is at the World Cup in Brazil – for work. Everyone keeps telling me how lucky he is. For a football fan, i guess this is true.  I suppose the equivalent exciting work assignment…

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The Barbecue King Loses His Crown

The Barbecue King Loses His Crown

The pressure all got too much for the self professed Barbecue King when he delivered a feast of distinctly average proportions this weekend. The first sign that the Greek God(zilla) might be slightly off his game was when he returned…

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A Masterclass in Shopping

A Masterclass in Shopping

The problem when the Greek God(zilla) does our weekly food shop, is his tendency to go ‘off-list’. Rogue items are added, some are substituted, others are ignored. For example, a recipe may require 4 red…

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While the Cat’s Away…

While the Cat’s Away…

The cat in this instance being the Greek God(zilla), who was away in Cyprus with his parents last week. I was about to insert a lame joke about him having a holiday while I slaved…

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Me & My Shadow

Me & My Shadow

It appears I have a human shadow. Everywhere I go, he is right there behind me. He follows me from room to room, humming tunes from his favourite TV shows. If I walk to the…

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That Time of The Month, Dear?

That Time of The Month, Dear?

There is a certain time of the month, you know the one I mean, where my skin erupts in a hormonal rage and goes on a rampage across my face, leaving a trail of angry red…

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