Head Space Daily Words...

Today is my eldest son’s twelfth birthday. He is a proper little grown up, who is really finding his way in the world. His regard and understanding for people is impeccable, his knowledge and desire to learn is excellent – school is such a different place to when I was a kid – he has a passionate interest in sport and football in particular, is a devoted Aston Villa supporter and has a love and knowledge of music. If he stays on course, he will hopefully have opportunities. My gran and granddad never left their small town in Derbyshire, except for an annual week in Skegness, my mum and dad moved to Birmingham and we are in London. With family in Brazil, friends in Australia and the global way in which life operates nowadays, he can go even further - the world truly is his oyster. Each year when his birthday comes around, my wife always reminisces about how the madness of his birth was in full swing all those years ago and it truly was a comedy epic – although it didn’t feel particularly funny at the time. A planned home birth, complete with accompanying mix tape (see HSD Tune,) went awry as the baby literally got stuck en route, the gas and air ran out, on the way to hospital my wife accused a paramedic of moonlighting as an extra on T.V and when my son finally arrived, he was greeted with the infamous words, “my daughter’s got a willy.” Seriously, if you had turned that day black and white, dressed us in a bowler hat and bow tie, and sped it up a touch, you would have had a classic Laurel and Hardy slapstick caper. It is great to have such a unique story of your entry into the world and one that can be looked back on now with a great deal of humour. Happy birthday sunshine...