Changing

Cousins collectively confined inside a colourful cage, held captive, cemented until we come of age. He looks at me, we won’t be contained, I look at him, we can’t be constrained. The interests of children and their parents do not always coincide, when families change at the swimming pool two worlds will always collide. 

Crayon

My mind awash with colour, imagination guides my hand, a seemingly aimless scribble has soon begun to expand. Suddenly every dash has purpose and every squiggle has intent, I undertook this commission with 10 crayons but I’ve no idea where they went. Only time will determine whether I master this great art, sure I may…

Breakfast

A new day with dad but with the same old rigmarole, he makes a mass theatrical spectacle preparing my breakfast bowl.  A million oats cover the worktop and even more hit on the floor, he spills another 4 pints of milk and tells mum he never swore. Eventually we have our porridge and together we…

And relax

Relax, boil the kettle and let me tell you what I’ve seen, since I was born just over a year ago in Royal Aberdeen. At first I saw the forceps and then I saw the light, thankfully then I saw my mother, she was a truly stunning sight. My dad watched over us as a…

Bath night

Another night another bath another filthy little face, my dad’s personal hygiene is nothing short of a disgrace. There’s porridge behind his ears and milk dribbling down his chin, I look at him disconcertingly unsure where to begin. Yet he insists on bathing me before I go to bed, perhaps just once he should consider…