Every dad is entitled to one hideous shirt........

Blip world, meet my dad!

Not sure if this shirt counts on the hideous front...however it is pink...but he's definitely had his share of hideous shirts and horrible sweaters in his time (especially in the 70's).

Dad has come to stay for a few days so there may well be more blips of him this week. He's had a big adventure today coming 100+ miles on the train, years since he's been on a train, but he managed it ok, didn't get off any where obscure, remebered to get off in Manchester and not carry on to the airport.

Now we're almost ready to sit down to a full roast dinner, the first one my dad's had for over a year. If he behaves himself we might even let him have seconds.

Using his extra sensory powers the Son and Heir also locked onto the fact that a roast was being cooked wangled an invitation for this afternoon for he and his girlfriend so it's 6 round the table.

Gotta go, gotta chill some beers, open a bottle or two of wine and carve up half a pig!

Da svydanya