Dads Day

Everybody thinks of their Father, not just today but most days.
My Dad was tremendous Father and man, it’s hard to remember him ever raising his voice but I remember the bluest of eyes, a ready laugh and an ‘easy’ manner.
I enjoyed opening my cards over coffee and toast but we all struggled in the morning - probably because Clare didn’t arrive in off her shift until just before 3:00am, four hours late and then had to go back in at 3:00pm for another four hours.

Spoke with all four children and granddaughter Anais, made my day.

A fitting end to the day was an awful dinner made up from a frozen ‘Spanish Omelette’ mix.