I’m Adrian and this is where I write about my adventures as a forty-something dad as Dad Without A Map.
What’s all this about a map, I hear you ask?
Well, I soon realised after becoming a dad that, no matter how many books you read and people you speak to, nothing quite prepares you for parenthood and we all have to find our own way; drawing the map as we go just like the great explorers. And yes, here be dragons!
I hope you enjoy my discoveries as I navigate the bewildering world of parenting with no directions and only a rucksack stuffed with nappies, wipes, snacks and toys in case we get lost.
A Brief History Of Our Family
I live in London with Mrs B…
…Billy, who has his age printed on his chest so we don’t forget…
…and Baby Frankie who was found wrapped in a towel on our bed one day in 2016.
I was born in the North East of England a long time ago. It was before the Internet. When I say that and think about explaining it to my boys it makes me feel like I’m a Victorian. But contrary to what some people think we did have electricity, inside loos, crisps, and football, which is compulsory in The Toon.
Dad ran a bakery while Mum stayed at home to look after me. After a happy childhood and the usual moody teenage years I ran away to university in Kent where I had too much fun and made some embarrassingly pretentious student films.
In the heady days of Cool Britannia I spent a drunken weekend in Brighton and met my future wife. However it took me 14 years to propose. I know, I know. But we were having a lot of fun together involving pubs, gigs, restaurants and mini-breaks.
Then I turned 40 and had a reverse mid-life crisis. So instead of buying a sports car or going travelling we got married, bought a house, and had two babies. Like we were ticking off the ‘how to be a grown-up’ bucket list.
So, here we are. Mrs B has a brilliant career which she successfully juggles with being a mum. And I have walked away from the 9-5 to forge a flexible working life around looking after our boys.
We also have
our first children two cats who sofa-surf with us and are UNHAPPY about being chased by small people. Although they do have the easiest life out of everyone.
Finally, here’s a list I wrote for the brilliant Clemmie Telford a.k.a Mother Of All Lists.