Back A Good Father
Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. 1. Can Anybody Hear Me?
  6. 2. The Under-elevens
  7. 3. Jenny
  8. 4. The Chase
  9. 5. She Came to Me
  10. 6. My Family
  11. 7. Orange Juice
  12. 8. She Fell for Me Through Dance
  13. 9. Contentment
  14. 10. The Senior League
  15. 11. God
  16. 12. Some Place Special
  17. 13. Celebration
  18. 14. The Picnic
  19. 15. Group Show
  20. 16. Slap
  21. 17. Jerome
  22. 18. The Run
  23. 19. Party
  24. 20. How About Paris?
  25. 21. He Is Still Part of Her
  26. 22. Chicken Fillet Roll
  27. 23. Daffodils
  28. 24. Paris Enfin
  29. 25. Christmas Eve
  30. 26. Living Together
  31. 27. Work Trip Blues
  32. 28. Work Trip
  33. 29. Good Times
  34. 30. Running the Gauntlet
  35. 31. Festering
  36. 32. Her Father
  37. 33. My Lovely Rebel
  38. 34. Jenny’s Walk
  39. 35. Migraine
  40. 36. Hanging Out in the City
  41. 37. The Grange
  42. 38. Destruction
  43. 39. Everything Moved So Fast
  44. 40. All Her Fault
  45. 41. The Football Trials
  46. 42. Proposal
  47. 43. It Couldn’t Get Any Better
  48. 44. The Portuguese Man of War
  49. 45. Jerome Is in My House
  50. 46. The Innocence of Childhood
  51. 47. My Fear
  52. 48. You Can’t Make Tea
  53. 49. The Last Dinner
  54. 50. What Am I Doing?
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

We play about and we mark goals with jumpers and anoraks. We make the goals large, then we decrease them in size just to make things a bit more complicated, more challenging. I make obstacle courses from cups and plates and the two thermos flasks. I can hold the boys’ attention if I do the obstacle course too. They’re not content to allow me to sit back once I’ve set everything up. It’s all about my participation. I go along with them because I figure that’s what any good father should do. After a while I become tired and I tell the boys that I’m going to sit down and have a tea break. I attempt to read the sports section of the paper but Mikey and Joey start arguing about who has won and I tell them to shut up, to give me a small bit of peace, but they won’t let up. I tell them that if they shut up I will bring them over to the shop and buy them an ice cream. They stop arguing for maybe a minute and then in despair I tell them that the ice cream idea is off. It’s fucking over, I shout at them and there in the valley I feel like I’m going mad.

I’m shouting with increased vehemence and I’m telling the boys that they’re ungrateful. They, in their innocence, point out that they have in fact nothing to be grateful for, seeing as I have let them down on the ice cream front. I am at a loss because, in a way, I know they’re right. I stop in the middle of my rant and the boys ask me what’s wrong with me. Mikey asks me if I’m having a stroke but Joey assures him that this isn’t likely as I’m quite a fit dad for my age, compared to his school friends’ fathers. I reckon he’s on to something here, there’s no shortage of potato-heads at the school gates and that’s no lie. But they’re beginning to argue too much amongst themselves. I’m all for debating in general but there is something about Glendalough that in my mind demands peace. To be incessantly talking seems wrong somehow and I ask them to desist as I cannot think. It is in this moment of unexpected silence and clarity that I realize that Jenny and Maeve have not returned and that they have been gone almost two hours.