Thursday 7th June 2018
Officially four and a half years of age today, sent to school with his back pack and with a belly full of fried eggs and banana. Daddy does the morning run send off while I sit back to watch these two besties chat about why the school bus is late coming down from the mountains of Anavyssos. Of course my role is the stupefying practical one, ensuring the child drinks all his milk (chasing him along the bloody pavement) and takes a piss in the bushes before the sxolikō arrives. Both draw the blood of embarrassment to Erroll’s cheeks however he gets it, being the dad that he is.
Happy 4.5 darling from your two biggest fans.