Thanks Dad.

There's a lot I owe my Dad. As time goes on I think I get even more sentimental with my memories too.

He bought me this ruler as part of some basic tools he thought I should have when I was about twenty-one. At least I think he did. This results in me teaching in centimetres and working in inches. Actually, if truth be told, I work in metric, but my nostalgia translates for me.

I love this folding ruler. It's so Dad. Practical, well made, wooden, good make, one of the 'few good tools which are worth more than a lot of cheap ones'. Things is that he and I loved the cheap ones, the bargains, the 'don't-know-what-it-does-but-it-looks-fun" ones.

We are, or were, of the same mould, quaintly contradictory.

On why the blip? I was hanging a picture, the first one in the new flat. I even used my Dad's three foot Rabone spirit level. So, why is it squint?