Anna and I recently went on a parenting course. This wasn’t under duress from social services or out of sheer despair, but because we thought it might be good. And it was. Excellent in fact. We did it at St. Marks Battersea Rise, but it isn’t a ‘religious’ course – there were plenty of folks there who never usually step inside a church. It made me feel like I finally had the manual that ought to have accompanied our children when they were delivered.

Here are five ideas that struck me during the sessions. Now – perhaps I’m just naive when it comes to fatherhood – that’s pretty likely in fact, but I’m sure that I wouldn’t have clocked these just by practice: Continue reading “Children: the missing manual” →