ThatsMineDad Privacy Policy

Your privacy is important to In Honorem Dei Consulting Services Ltd (IHDCSL).  This privacy statement provides information about the personal information that IHDCSL and its owned websites (in this case www.thatsminedad.com and the related blogging site www.thatsminedad.blogspot.com) collects, and the ways in which IHDCSL uses that personal information.

This privacy statement

This privacy statement is based on a Freenetlaw template supplied by Employment Law Contracts.

Personal information collection

IHDCSL may collect and use the following kinds of personal information:

-  Information about your use of this website;

-  Information that you provide using for the purpose of registering with the website;

-  Information about transactions carried out over this website;

-  Information that you provide for the purpose of subscribing to the website services; and

-  Any other information that you send to IHDCSL.

Using personal information

IHDCSL may use your personal information to:

-  Administer this website;

-  Personalize the website for you;

-  Enable your access to and use of the website services;

-  Send to you products that you purchase;

-  Supply to you services that you purchase;

-  Send you statements and invoices;

-  Collect payments from you; and

-  Send you marketing communications.

Where IHDCSL discloses your personal information to its agents or sub-contractors for these purposes, the agent or sub-contractor in question will be obligated to use that personal information in accordance with the terms of this privacy statement.

In addition to the disclosures reasonably necessary for the purposes identified elsewhere above, IHDCSL may disclose your personal information to the extent that it is required to do so by law, in connection with any legal proceedings or prospective legal proceedings, and in order to establish, exercise or defend its legal rights.

Securing your data

IHDCSL will take reasonable technical and organisational precautions to prevent the loss, misuse or alteration of your personal information.

IHDCSL will store all the personal information you provide on its secure servers.

Information relating to electronic transactions entered into via this website will be  protected by encryption technology.

Cross-border data transfers

Information that IHDCSL collects may be stored and processed in and transferred between any of the countries in which IHDCSL operates to enable the use of the information in accordance with this privacy policy.

In addition, personal information that you submit for publication on the website will be published on the internet and may be available around the world.

You agree to such cross-border transfers of personal information.

Updating this statement

IHDCSL may update this privacy policy by posting a new version on this website. 

You should check this page occasionally to ensure you are familiar with any changes. 

Other websites

This website contains links to other websites. 

IHDCSL is not responsible for the privacy policies or practices of any third party.

Contact IHDCSL

If you have any questions about this privacy policy or IHDCSL’s treatment of your personal information, please write to:

- by email to thatsminedad@virginmedia.com.

The 'Desperate Dan Pie'

Having been to 'The Lark' nearly 10 years ago, I have never had the opportunity since to try out a Desperate Dan Cow Pie. You may ask, 'what on earth is a Desperate Dan Pie'? Well, the best way to describe it is that it is a main meal in itself. You will probably not want to have a starter prior to this. Trust me. The pie itself is about 8 inches in diameter and about 2 inches deep and consists of chunks of steak and kidney cooked with potatoes and carrots and brocoli and cauliflower. It also has two pastry horns sticking out.
Last Saturday, we decided to visit the Lark once again. The pub had not lost much of its character because it still maintained some of the old furnishings from the printing press that it got its name from. The pie itself was as delicious as it was 10 years ago. I was a bit dissapointed that there were no high chairs there but Hannah was as good as gold and sat on her chair and enjoyed the food the whole time we were there. I must remember to get ourselves one of those booster seats that you could fit onto a normal chair. That would come in really useful especially if you ended up in a place that did not have a high chair.

I've got an idea....

Hannah's into phrases now. Her latest one is 'I've got an idea...' to which I would reply, 'Hannah, what's the idea?', to which she would reply, 'Daddy, I've got an idea...' and on it would go. I am still coming to grips with the frequent question of 'Daddy, where's the car?'. The reply 'it's in the drive Hannah' rolls off the tongue without much thought now. I made the slip the other day of replying in this manner when I realised only too late that the car was not in my drive but at the supermarket car park.

Dummy Trouble Continued

Hannah's finally given up the dummy thank goodness!
I must say that it was a bit drastic. She had a habit of biting off bits of her dummy and then one day we found that ALL her dummies were bitten off.
I took Hannah along with the chewed 3 dummies and put the dummies in the bin while she looked on. She whinged a bit but now it has been more than a month and other than the two occasions when she wanted me to buy a dummy from the shop, she has not been too insistant.
Talking about dummies, here's a helpful guide to Pregnancy for dads:

Dummy trouble

On Christmas eve we thought of encouraging Hannah to give up her dummy. Easier said than done. We used the often mentioned method of father Christmas wanting her dummy in exchange for the toys that he would bring. That night amidst some mild protest and countless 'daddy where my dummy gone?' And the usual response of 'father Christmas wants it to get you your toys'. She finally fell asleep. Christmas morning, having enjoyed opening her presents, it was time to go to church. She probably asked for her dummy about 3 times but did not make much of a fuss. It was a bitterly cold Christmas morning as we made our way up the cul de sac, and past the surgery to the Anglican Church in the corner. As we settled in our presence the trouble began. It started with a whimpering of 'dummy' which gradually increased in frequency and sound until her cry for a dummy began to echo within the old church walls. Thankfully this was during the singing of the hymns and not the actual sermon. Embarrassed? You bet we were. Well, I had to also be thankful for Mitzi for ignoring my suggestion for not taking a dummy with us. The vicar at the end of the service had that twinkle in the eye as he shook our hands and wished us 'merry Christmas'. 'dummy trouble huh? '.

Berry Picking

The MOT was due on my car a few days ago so I took it in to the garage which was about 3 and half miles away. I decided to walk back home instead of taking the bus which meant that I would have to take the route along the canal. There were plenty of edible berries growing on the hedges by the side of the canal walk and I thought to myself, Hannah would love some of these. Indeed she did. Mom was not particularly pleased that she did not have much of her dinner afterwards.

Nursery Days

It's nursery day today and when your daughter knows that dad is at home, it is that much more of a challenge to take her to the nursery.
Today was such a day. My normal practice on a nursery day would be to closet myself in the room before Hannah wakes up so that she is not aware that I am in but it did not work out that way today.
I had to go downstairs for a cup of tea as I badly needed one and there she was watching Gigglebiz (I think). Well, here's a two year old who has well and truly got daddy wrapped around her little pinky.
All it seems to take is a few 'Daddy..., Daddy...., Daddy' and there I am giving her breakfast, marching her up the stairs, giving her a bath and getting her ready for nursery .... so much for trying to get some work done.
She decided that she did not want to go out with mom, so dad had to take her to the nursery but it was not the nursery that she was thinking of.. oh no! She wanted to go shopping! But first I had to read her for the upteenth time a Noddy story.
She does love the stories which must be a good thing.
Eventually she did go to the nursery showing much displeasure and making me feel very bad indeed.
A man's got to do what a man's got to do!