All the way back in December 2018 I had a dream.
I dreamt of sunny days, lounging by the beach with a good book and a cool drink. Of sleep-ins with no alarm and lazy morning coffees. The sound of a well-marbled steak hitting the searing hot grill of a hot barbeque as the pshht of a silver lid popping echoed across the back ya…. Hold that thought.
Why? Because for the ten thousandth time today the only sound echoing across the yard is "Daaaaad, I'm Huuuuungry" Hi hungry, I'm Dad. Came my reply, a tried and tested classic that for us Dads will never grow old.
"No I mean I want some foooooooood" What? I just threw some crackers and muesli bars at you 20 minutes ago, how can that be? "We ate them, the leftover chips and an apple. Now can we have some foooooood?"
No, you can't, I think silently to myself, you woke me up at five past six today to ask if you could watch Power Rangers, and then put the TV on the "loud as a jumbo jet" setting. Why would I want to feed you your 40-second meal of the day? "Yes," I say out loud.