Daddy's Eyes

Happy Father's Day!

Coming home for the weekend I was able to spend the day with my daddy...well, watch him as he completed various DIY tasks assigned to him by my slave driver mother. Being somewhat of a short tempered man it was necessary to duck various flying objects at times, and listen to him rant in pure disgust at a plant. It was blocking his view of the TV, I guess I can see where he was coming from. Now as he finally sits on the sofa, playing LA Noire on the Xbox (luckily I'm around to give him a few hints and tips) I think he's finally enjoying the day dedicated to him. 

I appreciate my dad everyday of the year, but on this day especially I realise how much he has done and still does for me. Whether it's acting as a non-repayable banking service, or couriering me across the length and breadth of Essex, he always does so without the slightest grumble. This may be due to him being somewhat of a silent man, however it's understandable that he finds speaking a challenge when he has lived in a household of three strong-minded, opinionated and LOUD women. Throughout these years he has remained the level-headed, rational member of the family, putting up with three squawking females with the same serene sense of calm one might expect from a Buddhist monk. 

So I'd like to say a big THANK YOU to my wonderful dad, I hope you can (at last) have a lovely day. I'm thinking of everyone who doesn't have their dad with them today, I hope if that it's not been too hard for them.

I got a tad nostalgic and started rooting around in the old family albums, and found some quite classic snaps of me and the father which I thought I'd share, I'm sure that my gloriously chubby face will provide a good laugh anyway.

I fear I may have ruined his life as I just kicked the Xbox on my way to the sofa. Unfortunately I didn't inherit his grace and athleticism. Just his short temper.