Gay Dad

My new boyfriend is away on holiday, and strangely, I rather miss him. I say strange, as I don't normally miss boyfriends. Usually I breathe a sigh of relief that I get to spend a week or two not having to be nice, or clear time for them in my diary, or share the bathroom in the mornings when I don't especially feel like chatting. I don't exactly sound like civil-partnership material, do I? Perhaps I'm mellowing. Or I've just met the right guy. However, his being away means I've had more time to spend with the children this week – especially as I've taken time off from work. Joyously, one of their favourite pastimes is devouring snacks and so we've been lunching out a lot. They have sophisticated taste and large appetites, so I've spent almost the same amount of money staying in London as I would have on a Caribbean holiday. I can never quite decide whether it's unsettling or impressive that they always order lobster at our favourite fish restaurant. The only thing I haven't been able to persuade them to enjoy yet is oysters. The last time Aidan tried one, he spat it out so violently it flew on to the neighbouring table. I wonder if it's time he tried one again. I look around the restaurant to see who might be best to take a hit from an airborne bivalve mollusc.