Here’s what I like to do on a Friday night. Most parents will tick these boxes…
Come in. Dump my notebook on the dining room table.
Walk smartly to the wine rack. Select a bottle of red wine. Open it. Let it breathe. Not for long, obviously.
On the off chance that I’m wearing anything formal – or tight – take it off.
…And spend the rest of the evening with my wife, eating something someone else has prepared (‘dine in for two for ten quid’ is just fine) and watching something mildly amusing that doesn’t tax what’s left of my brain: Blacklist, for example.
Here’s what I definitely don’t like to do: [Read more…]