Diary Of A Bad Dad
Today is a sad day for this column as it marks the retirement of Schoolgirl T. A week into her academic life I’ve decided to let her get on with school without having to worry about her dad making smart Aleck remarks about her in this newspaper.
I’m sure I’ll find plenty of other ways to embarrass her.
Her retirement does though provide an opportunity for Toddlernator the Terrible to take centre stage. I think he’s ready for it. He is currently obsessed with octopuses (octopi?) and insists I draw him one at every opportunity.Mrs T, in a rare case of parental laissez faire has allowed the chil- dren to chalk on the patio. I don’t approve but as usual that counts for little and now it is littered with badly drawn octopuses. Despite my B in O Level art, Mrs T, who seems to think she’s the next Brian Sewell, slammed my efforts. “That one’s only got six legs and,’’ she added increduously, “that one’s got five!’’
Did Picasso get this sort of grief?