It was Father’s Day here in the UK yesterday, a day in which Father’s should spend lots of time with their loved sons and daughters. Although I did hear on the radio that it was the day Father’s should be waited on hand and foot – my wife wasn’t too impressed with that idea, stating what difference from any other day? I think she was joking….
We travelled Friday night down to South Wales to see my father-in-law J, and spend the weekend with him. My own father lives in Ireland, which is a bit far for a weekend trip when. Anyway, we had promised to take J out for lunch, his choice where. He’d heard rave reviews about a local garden centre’s food, so, much to our surprise, this was where we headed. Well, the food was quite good, generous portions, but not somewhere I would have gone out of my way to go to. Pleasant enough to eat if you are passing, or are looking for something in the shop around lunchtime.
In the afternoon I mowed J’s lawns for him. He’s getting on a bit and so every time I go down I like to help out in the garden. His son, M, is great round the house, and him and his wife pop in most days with some shopping. M is very handy and upgraded J’s kitchen and bathroom a couple of years ago, whilst J was on holiday, but he is no gardener. Which is fair enough. Thankfully I managed to get the lawns mowed before the rain fell, although only a little shower.
Sunday we had presents. My little angel S gave me the new Ben Elton book, Blind Faith
