Fathers Day

The worst photo I've ever posted?

It has been a dark, wet, horrible Sunday. Friday & Saturday were the same. Forecast for Monday is quite good. Oddly enough, I have to work on Monday. Plus, in the evening I have a dinner meeting.

I'd decided any thought of taking a photo today would be equivalent to p***ing into the wind. Then on my way out to Betty Nichol's for a quick aperitif I remembered the rose.

My dad gave it to us when we moved to this house 13 years ago. The rose bush survives, but doesn't quite prosper. That's partly down to my lack of gardening skills, and partly because it could be in a better spot.

My dad died in 2010. Sometimes I wonder if he gave it to me expecting it would outlast him, and then remind me of him.

My son almost died in July 2011. A blood clot in his brain. A stroke. Aged 17. He made a full recovery, and just a couple of weeks ago he was given a clean bill of health by the last in a series of specialists.

So it has been quite a special fathers day. Didn't have to do anything special to make it special. He did give me a big lump of Toblerone and 2 bottles of Czech beer. I'm easy pleased.