My name is Jack Morrison and I live in Cornwall with my two boys who are utterly brilliant.
After my wife Laura died in 2009 my life changed radically.
Prole1 was three and a half and Prole2 was eighteen months old.
I stopped working in theatre where I had been for twenty years and took a part time job.
Years have passed but I try to work as hard as I can to maintain some sort of ‘normality’ in our home.
I also find that our democratic house has become a dictatorship with myself at it’s head.
Wikipedia has this to say about George Orwell’s 1984 Proles:
The proles constitute 85% of the population; they receive little education, work at manual labor, live in poverty.
That pretty much sums up my kids position in my house I think.
I would like to share some of the stories from our house before I forget them.
Thanks for reading.
Living with Proles 
I’ve just read your two last posts, and couldn’t find anywhere to like, comment or thank you for some beautiful words and thoughts..
As a destitute single mother of two stranded in Hongkong many years ago I could empathise with much that you wrote, and your words went straight to my heart .
I will continue to read your sensitive intelligent thoughts and words with great empathy.
Thank you for reading.
Your story sounds incredible. I am sorry for what you had to go through, it must have been a struggle in the following years. I can only imagine.
Thank you for your kind words as well, I really appreciate it.
You’re an awesome father, Jack, stopping work in what you loved and taking to your children. This is really beautiful. Kudos to you.
I was relatively lucky, I have been freelance for most of my life so it was not too much of a psychological jump.
Also the nearest family were a three hour drive away so I was guided by expediency.
Theatre is a great place to work but it does demand all your time and it is tough with children anyway.
Despite it being the field I trained in and pretty much the only thing I have really wanted to do I find it very hard to go back and think myself into that world again. You need to believe it tis the most important thing in the world, unfortunately I lost that belief.
These days I still work in the arts but I manage a desk and not a stage.
I think I will see how the Proles turn out in the next fifteen years, parenthood is a little like cooking, you never really know how it is going to turn out.
I really like your writing WordsFallFromMyEyes, it is tremendously powerful. Thank you for the ace comments.
I love your writing Jack. It’s honest, witty and really insightful. And your boys sound like totally top bananas.
Thank you Sophie, as bananas go I think they are fairly near the top but then I am slightly biased I am afraid.
Thank you for the kind words and I am really pleased you like it.
Jx
The reading at bedtime routine spoke to me completely. I had just determined to start it again with my eldest two. I was also about to blog about it! Grr!
Please blog about it, I’d really like to hear your perspective.
I read to them tonight but it was a real struggle.
I reseted doing it, then resented the fact that I resented it.
It was the most clipped ‘Winnie the Pooh’ session on record.
Done it! http://katsuzbek.blogspot.co.uk/
Nice!
At least you picked Winnie the Pooh, I’m stuck with David Walliams and Rat Burger. My grumbling of “Roald Dahl wannabe” had no effect.
Very much enjoyed reading the post about waiting for the man to fix the washing machine.
I think we met at the pre-incubation judging meeting? Lynsey from the Sensory Trust suggested I look at your blog and I’m glad I did.
Warm wishes
Anna
Thank you Anna, it means a lot that you liked it.
I don’t keep the page going any more but I miss it so much I am starting to write again, sadly not here I am afraid.
Hopefully see you around Falmouth soon.