It’s Sunday night. The house is quiet — finally. The baby’s asleep upstairs (for now), Tommy’s curled up at my feet, and I’ve got a glass of Jameson in hand. The good stuff. A few sips in, and I’m just starting to feel human again. I’ve got Zac Brown playing in the background, paperwork ticked off, invoices sent, the latest website tweaks handed over to the devs. Not much else left to do but sit here, breathe… and write.
Three weeks into fatherhood.
Three weeks of no sleep, nappies, cuddles, and moments that hit you square in the chest when you least expect it. It’s wild. It’s beautiful. It’s exhausting. I wouldn’t change a second of it.
And tonight, I realised something — I miss writing.
February 4th. That was the last time I posted on here.
Mad. What started as a quick break from blogging turned into a month… then a summer… and now here we are in September. I logged back into the blog today after a long Instagram break and saw over 280,000 visits. Despite the silence. That’s nuts. And it reminded me why I started all this in the first place.
It’s been a busy stretch, to be fair.
From Feb to May, the business was flying. New contracts. New customers. New systems. We added another van, onboarded new staff, sorted uniforms, wrangled with taxes — the works. It was full-on. Writing naturally took a back seat.
At the same time, my partner moved down from London, and we started house hunting. We found the place — a real one. Not just bricks and mortar, but a place that already feels like home. Moving in, settling down, and building a life together all while running a business? Absolute whirlwind.
And of course… we were prepping for the biggest chapter of all.
Our first child.
Summer was a blur of scans, Amazon deliveries, baby prep, and me pretending I was totally ready for it all. (I wasn’t. I am now. Sort of.)
Family-wise, it was just as mad.
One of my brothers came home from playing rugby in Japan, and just as he was heading off to Romania, my other brother flew back from Ireland — new baby, Ada (now 5), and his wife Jade in tow. My parents house became a crash pad of chaos, love, arguments, dogs, more love, more arguments…. and fish and chip fridays. It’s been relentless, but it’s been class.
So yeah, it’s been a hell of a year so far, and one hell of a summer (long overdue in England).
Beautiful. Chaotic. Life-changing.
There’s loads I want to write about — the new house, the business shifts, becoming a dad, the madness of summer… and that so-called “Dad’s Day Out” in London which ended in a fight on a train and a police telling-off on the platform in Reading. Yeah, we’ll get to that.
The blog’s officially back.
Plenty of stories incoming. Adventures. Disasters. Life, in all its messy, brilliant glory.
If you’ve been here since day one — thank you. If you’re just joining — welcome aboard.
Man from Bath
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