i’m lucky and grateful for my unique set of circumstances — most others categorically don’t have, or just don’t fancy.
I’m currently in the process of moving into my first flat in the UK, I’m rapidly approaching 30 and have a daughter to keep clean, dry, and fed.
Ruby is the best thing that’s ever happened to me — marginally ahead of Manchester United’s 1999 treble — but I’m not going to pretend 2023 was bookmarked for fatherhood. It wasn’t.
The whole thing was sprung on her mother and I in a single moment within my parents’ bog. I entered needing to brush my teeth and spray a splash of Sauvage one morning and was intercepted by my girlfriend holding a digital stick that smiled at us jeeringly.
We both went to work, and from the day life has been on fast forward.
The name of the game immediately pivoted to: ‘Right, we need a place before she’s running around.’
Now, sat writing this as my mum continually chases Ruby to the stairs and back of her own home, I’m pleased to say, though we’re running a little…
