It was a bluebird day. Spring season at Remarkables. And remarkably I didn’t have a hangover. I’m reflecting on a perfect day. I went skiing with my two children, nine and eleven. It’s one of those things I always dreamed of. I knew I wanted to have a family from when I was a teenager.…
I woke up with a desperate need to take a shit. This isn’t unusual but we were staying in a small house with the toilet in close proximity to my wife and children who were fast asleep. I knew that any foul move would wake the house. Me being me, I put everyone before myself.…
I woke up on the sofa with a hangover. I still had a dead keen attitude to play tennis though. And so I did. I got my bro, Erkan, over and we smashed around for a power hour. It was so warm that I managed to pop my tee off and break into a solid…
She was happy. She was contributing to the family. She was acknowledging the family and time I put in. She was interacting with us all. She was being controlled with her evenings. Then bang I reply to her about saying she feels like she should only work four days a week. I say I’m so…