Three weeks paterntity leave didn’t really inspire me to post here or anywhere else really. I felt acutely aware that I had to squeeze as much out of the available time as possible. However, the routine is now back to normal or as normal as it ever can be with two kids under two years old.

I must be blissed out because I don’t even feel the need to rant about trams today, even after a months abstinence from tram bashing.

We spent a few days of my paternity leave at Crieff Hydro. If you’ve never been you should go. We had decent enough weather to enjoy the facilities and had a really great time. The best way to describe the place is like being in the modern equivalent of an Agatha Christie novel, where everyone lives in this massive hotel with huge grounds where ‘one’ can play tennis and partake of other civilised pursuits. Collar and no denims is the dress code for dinner. Odd but curiously like a 1930′s health spa.

Anyway, normal service is resumed. Back down to London working next week and another trip on the overnight train. Thing is, the thought of the shoogly, noisy cabin doesn’t particularly concern me this time around. I’m so tired these days, I reckon I’d sleep through an airstrike.

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