The big 80

He's not here but we celebrated his big day anyway. The consistent non presence of my dad is frankly annoying. And heartbreaking, I would love it if he was still here with all his vast enthusiasm for life and associated nonsense. Daisy the maths graduate confirmed we each needed to ring the bell thirteen times and my mum an extra two to make his big 80 so we did that and ate a pile of food. I know that he would have loved, as ever on his birthday, the huge amount of sport around at the moment. I firmly ignored all f1 until I was home again and could immerse myself in it.

Proper miss him all the time, as we all do. Nice gp though and an extra of us.