It started as I'm the family blog expert. My sister wanted my Dad, Kevin Whalan to create a blog and record his memories. So I took it on and found that the blog had been started. But there was no content. So I tidied it up and passed it on to Dad. And he added … Continue reading The Dad Interview
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He Will Brighten Someone Else’s Day
I hear a small voice behind me on the train. It belongs to a little boy. He wants to sit next to his mum. I hear her offering him a window seat opposite me next to their friend. Which he takes and his mother sits next to me. He has eyes that look straight at me. … Continue reading He Will Brighten Someone Else’s Day
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Mothers Day is for Everyone
It was Mothers Day. That Sunday we (my then second wife Tracey and I) were with my youngest sons for their access visit and sleepover. That Sunday morning, I quizzed my sons. Did you give your mother a card for Mothers Day? Yes, they chorused. Did you want to phone her? Yes! A quick … Continue reading Mothers Day is for Everyone
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Dining With Strangers (Eat With Me Melbourne)
It’s not speed dating! And it’s not dinner for five! It's Eat With Me’s Dining With Strangers! For a small cost, I received one drink, two meal courses and way more than three introductions. All at The Sharing House South Wharf Melbourne. As it turned out, I almost turned up sopping wet. But I made … Continue reading Dining With Strangers (Eat With Me Melbourne)
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Of Happier Things
And now to speak of happier things as my Dad says. As you may have already read, my sister was married last week. How I did behave at her reception? Perfectly. Well almost. I spoke to anyone and everyone. I said this wedding shows the good you do returns to you. Let there be more … Continue reading Of Happier Things
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Pickles Is Dead (A Children’s Imaginary Friend)
The phone is buzzing. In my state of near-sleep, I don’t know if it is the alarm or a phone call. (Mental note: Change phone alarm tone). I scrabble at the phone on the bedside table and just grab it before it falls. I realise it’s a phone call, press the green phone button, and… … Continue reading Pickles Is Dead (A Children’s Imaginary Friend)
Andrew James Whalan 