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5 Things I Learned as a Parent This Week (#38)

1.The most annoying part of the daily tidy-up is doing all the fucking jigsaws.

2.Buying suede shoes as a parent is as optimistic as a bull farmer opening a China shop next to his stables.

3.You don't need the gym when you can just push a pram with a flat tyre up a hill with a baby while holding a brolly in the wind.

4.When hurriedly bringing your baby into your bed at 5.30am you should really check first if they're crying because they've shat everywhere.

5.I used to think Father's Day was a load of commercial toss but after that lie-in this morning I'm now a fervant supporter.

(My guest on this week's '5 Things I Learned' podcast is BBC 6 Music presenter and son of the legendary John Peel, Tom Ravenscroft. You can find it here: or go to the right hand column of my site.)


Hace unos años visité mi primer evento olímpico en Sochi, Rusia, con Omega para apreciar la importancia del evento global en términos de reunir a la gente, así como el papel impactante que Omega juega como el cronometrador replicas relojes oficial - un papel que tienen Celebrada desde 1932, cuando los primeros Juegos Olímpicos modernos se celebró en Los Ángeles. Al ver la ceremonia de apertura y algunos de los eventos de la competición olímpica en Río de Janeiro y experimentar la impresionante naturaleza del evento profundamente emocional, sigo entusiasmado con la participación de Omega Replica. Los juegos, después de todo, están entre las últimas formas de replicas omega competencia sana entre las naciones del mundo, y aunque está diseñado para tener tanto ganadores como perdedores, nadie que participa en él pierde la oportunidad de salvar las brechas perceptivas y encontrar las similitudes culturales .

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