I can proudly say that as of 9:00am on Sunday 17 June 2018, I am now the father of two children, both boys. Rafferty James Cornick made his way into the world with relative ease.
Coined as a “Guidebook for Families of those in Old Age” it may not seem immediately apparent why I personally would read this book, except the healthcare interest.
Something hit home to me today more than anything in the last month or so. A podcast of course (Ricky Varandas from The Ripple Effect) talking about different mindsets; his, his partner’s and others. The turmoil and conflict inside him, that then he reflects externally and can be on the dangerous curb of judgement. Specifically when he booked someone for his podcast that is a hero and his wife said “Can you take out the trash?”
I had only been back in the UK for a day and over the course of 12 hours, 15 of my family members had come by my Nan’s house for the standard consumption of gallons of tea.
We covered all the usual catch-up topics, many anchored around our little Prince, Finnley Joe. But one particular yarn with my younger brother got me far too pumped, even while deep in a jet-lagged state. The topic? Old school computer games.
This blog post appeared originally at the Hello Sunday Morning website here.
Terry Cornick, a.k.a. ‘Mr. Perfect‘, talks about his dad, being a dad and how drinking and mental health tie into the whole story.
That sweet amber nectar. It can taste like “liquid gold,” I tell my wife after my first sip of a cold ale. I chime in with trademark sarcasm, such as, “I don’t normally drink, but go on, then.” The perfect accompaniment to a celebration, a new birth, birthday, marriage, religious celebration (some), promotion, divorce (?!) and sporting victory.
A short reflection this week.
I was in a pub on Saturday afternoon celebrating our team’s Grand Final win.
A mate and I were chatting about being a parent. Except this mate has a fluffy baby.
Being between jobs has afforded me an abundance of our most valuable resource. Time.
That time has been spent working on my charity, cleaning the house, “minimalising” my possessions (after listening to too many “The Minimalists” podcasts) but also some less noble pursuits, more loosely determined as leisure.
If I could describe my mindset as a bell-curve the last few weeks, it has been firmly on the steep slope downwards.
My baby boy is happier than every; every smile from him is a shot of endorphins. The day-job is booming, I’ve become Director of a new company spin-off, I’ve completed the first 6 weeks of being the head of a “charity” and we somehow raised $10,000 at the Mr. Perfect Trivia Night on Saturday.
My little boy Finnley Joe is 4.5 months old this week (originally I planned to call this blog “The Fourth Trimester” but life got in the way and it is now far past that). There have been however 750 plus nappy changes, a similar amount of breast-feeds, 125 bath-times with Dad, over 300 changes of clothes and an endless round of washing machine runs.
2016 has seen me return (again) to play amateur football. Granted, I have had more comebacks than Rocky Balboa but this time, it’s different.
Like many Europeans, from the day I could walk football was of paramount importance. From standing on the terraces at Watford FC’s Vicarage Road, to school games on ice-cold Saturday mornings to my mum ferrying me to Sunday League kids football across Hertfordshire and Middlesex.
It’s funny how this game of life works. On Monday 7 March we discovered at work the homeless guy Jeff that lived in the car park had passed away (you can read my 2015 blog called Jeff here). Some of the guys in the office had a real soft spot for him. Thankfully his children were tracked down and were there when he passed, despite not seeing each other for ten years.
I could write a novel on top-class establishments to eat and drink in Melbourne.
New York (my other spiritual home) has them in abundance but Melbourne provides an instant, more digestible slice.
But in the interests of our modern-day attention spans, I will hit you with a handful of venues that can slot nicely into a 2 day trip.
GERRY: The Story of GSM Gerald “George” Stone is the biography of Gerald Stone, one of the most revered and respected, but equally anonymous military figures in the British Military in the 20th Century.
Sydney Eye Hospital (Woolloomooloo)
The current Sydney Eye Hospital sits next to Parliament House on Macquarie Street but it’s former site used to call Woolloomooloo home. The V-shaped pale building oozes character and still stands proudly despite the modern luxury developments that have sprouted around it.
In it’s debut year 3000 patients presented at the Casualty Department of the ophthalmic hospital and by 1981 it hit 75,000. Before it became a hospital it had multiple uses such as a coffee palace, hotel and allegedly as a brothel.
Over the past 18 months, coincidentally or not round about since I have been married, I’ve found substantially more contentment, and peace. I’ve started to take care of my mental health and noticed I have become increasingly empathetic of others.
Although it’s a drop in the ocean compared to those that dedicate their life to others, I’ve got involved with charity more and tried where possible to help those they really need it. Whether it is advice, an ear to listen or just a smile and acceptance.
Source: Photo from http://www.thisblewmymind.com
Two years ago I sat on a long-haul flight back from the UK after seeing my Dad for the last time before he passed away.
I was already slightly emotional but also relieved. As I tucked into a red wine on the Abu-Dhabi to Sydney leg, I impatiently flicked through the movie library, as I usually did, frustrated there were few decent documentaries to watch.