In the end there are very few measures for a life well lived.  How much joy did you have and how much did you spread?  Living to work isn't what it's about.  To that end Karen and I decided we'd form our own business, or, more accurately, I'd join her training business.  So now I'm a qualified Emergency First Aid at Work trainer, Karen is continuing as a Manual Handling Trainer and I get to spend the larget part of my time at home with my son enjoying him growing up.  If I work five days in a...
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My son Harry is 20 months old and as typical a boy as you can get.  Loves his mother, wrestles his father, annoys his sister, plays with cars and sticks and water and is into everything he shouldn't be.  And when he's quiet he looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

This sketch was done this morning while he was helping me fill the paddling pool.  He first turned the hose on the dog and then on me.



The hat he is wearing is his tribute to Henry Fonda in "On Golden Pond".

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