Happy father's day (for yesterday)!

All her own work.

Yesterday I celebrated my first ever Father's Day as a father.  I don't think I ever really celebrated it properly before as a son - I'm ashamed to say that I would generally forget to buy my dad a card in time, so it would invariably turn up late.  Unfortunately for me dad never forgot it was Father's day - my sister's card would arrive bang on time each year to remind him. Dad, if you're reading, I am a bad son and I'm really sorry.


Luckily for me, my daughter is far more organised than I.  Not only did she buy me a card, a book entitled "Me and my Daddy" and a pedicure set for my withered foot, she also made a beautiful present out of a picture frame and some left-over Scrabble letters.  And all that at three and a half months!  


We had a memorable day, starting with brunch by Anita, which we enjoyed with Sophie and Hugh and their two boys.  (Hugh told me over brunch that he didn't actually recognise Father's Day, on the basis that it is a capitalist conspiracy instigated by the global greeting card industry.  He's probably right.  He also pointed out that he didn't celebrate Monther's Day because, for Sophie, "every day is like Mother's Day, so there's nothing special to celebrate". So far Sophie has yet to confirm this theory.) After a trip to the playground, where Raffi did a small wee in his pants, the Frenches left and we had a family siesta, followed by a long walk around Dulwich park. We topped it off with an ice cream "english style" (i.e. eaten under a tree, sheltering from the rain).  We rounded off the day with posh fish and chips at the Sea Cow.  My theory on fish and chips is that if I don't feel physically uncomfortable when I leave the table, I haven't eaten enough.  Yesterday was no exception.  A perfect end to a perfect day!