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Archive for the month “November, 2015”

Navel Gazing in the Waiting Room

We love to label and minimise pretty much everything into easy parcels of good, bad, happy, sad. This year was to be “our year” and in many ways it has – just not in the ways we had imagined.  Nothing like a stimulating chat to pass the time quickly
As we move into mid-Autumn with beautiful misty mornings and clear nights, I have another sojourn in a hospital waiting room contemplating my navel as there’s no wi-if or phone connection. 

I have done this a lot in 2015; thankfully nothing sinister, just some mechanical failures. There are many bonuses to having children past the age of 39 years, 11 months and 30 days. The downsides are all to do with elbows, knees and back.  

 Tattoos and piercings in One easy move

The pounding of lively twins has exacerbated the lack of care I have taken over the decades; not so much a temple, more of a rental car. 
This year I have met GPs, Neurosurgeons, Rheumatologists, Physios and Chiropractors – all of them good company. There is that moment when they study the scan, notes, posture and say “Well this is interesting.” 

Calm Place, Happy Thoughts I now know that “this is interesting” is code for three things:

1. Nope, no idea

2. At last, something I can write a paper about or…

3. Get to know everybody, we will be seeing lots of each other. 
I’ve had a few “procedures” and can honestly say that I would recommend Diazepam to any parent for a few hours off. It beats a bottle of wine hands down and is calorie free and the come down beats a hangover. 

So for my final trip this year I am sitting still, cannula comfy and feeling as though I could kiss the sky (or at least bend down and pick up a toy without wincing). It’s funny how your parameters and notions of joy change quickly. 

The Lion King, Parkin and Steven Spielberg

How you celebrate festivals as a child is crucial as to how you deliver them to your own friends and family. My Didsbury mum, auntie and extended entourage celebrated everything. Bonfire night was all tomato soup outside with treacle toffee, Parkin and anxiety amid the awe that a Catherine Wheel would take my eye out. 70s safety adverts lacked nuance but were packed with graphics to scar the psyche permanently. Once I found out the reasons behind Bonfire Night I loved it more, immediately taking the side of the conspirators; a normal Northern reaction. Jewish New year meant apples and honey; Eid brought pistachio sweets from Syrian friends of the original Didsbury Dad. 

  This is apparently cutting edge Anime. I thought it was from Pink Floyd. 

This was too exotic for words. Remember this was the when the Queen was in her 40s. If you had pineapple people thought you had won the pools* (Note 1). 

We also loved Christmas. Our house was decoration free and no pigs had blankets. Non-participation at home gave me the best out to see everyone else’s. To me, a decorated Christmas tree was the epitome of cool and I am still a sucker for a string of lights and a chocolate bauble. I also get giddy on FA Cup 3rd Round Day (Bovril), Winter Solstice (Cake and Wine) and anything celebrated with fried chicken.  

 High-tech Halloween.

The next generation are already starting to shape their own future. My pearly princess is a happy soul and easy going spirit who skips lightly through whatever is infront of her. Didsbury Son likes the detail and the art of a festival and The Mighty Headed Boy found Nirvana on Saturday in Didsbury.

He has been through the excitement of Christmas and greeted it with an enthusiasm that could be lifelong. He has sampled the best Friday night Dinner chicken soup and given it a toddlers’ thumbs up but… Nothing will ever match the logic and sheer joy of Halloween.  

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Dressed up as a monster with hands free and mouth available he knocked on strangers’ doors, shouted Trick before mumbling incoherently and they gave him sweets and chocolates. 
The generosity of Didsbury was quite stunning. Across M20 the pumpkins were out and the kids from 0-teenage were welcomed with open bowls and quirky sweets. It was uplifting in all the best ways. 

In terms of training children to anticipate danger this would seem as appropriate as the 1970s BBC giving Jimmy Saville a show making children’s dreams come true; but he loved it. 

Mind blown, plastic bucket filled and several blocks shaken down for Haribo, he sat on the couch like Mufasa showing off Simba to the animal kingdom. 

Had he not been surfing the wave of a sugar rush I am sure he would have turned to me and told me, Jawsesque, “Daddy, We’re going to need a bigger bucket”
* Pre Lottery, pre scratch cards, pre Big Brother and Sky this was your best way to upgrade to a Vauxhall Firenza. 

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