Birthday

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Today is my Dad’s birthday. Always a day tinged with sadness, he should have been 78, young enough to really still be around. I still have days when I want to stamp my feet like a petulant child at the unfairness.

My Mum is sorting through the loft contents at the moment, she tells me of the treasures she’s found and the amount of crap that Dad clearly hoarded (empty boxes anyone?!). The loft was very much his domain alongside the garage!!

Anyway, we had a small gathering of 6 to celebrate my birthday early. A most excellent evening but I am certain I shall suffer for it tomorrow morning...