Me, my dad, Clare. Crisps and a pint.

Never really made a big Father’s Day fuss when he was here, normally cooked him a meal with a crumble and custard thrown in. But suddenly felt the need to remember him today, it made me a bit cross because I don’t like to be told by card companies when to remember my lovely dad, but seeing lots of pictures from others (for their dead dads, not mine) on the social medias made me dig this out.

I hadn’t actually meant to go that far back tbh. If nothing else, given I had had a blip journal for over 5 years when he died, why didn’t I take more pictures of me and him? Thinking back, I think this was Daisy’s speciality- she was forever taking selfies with him.

Anyway, smashing man. Am furious still he isn’t here.

In other news I have continued to be an ill person wafting around the house. More reading, Borgen and a bit of cooking thrown in which made me have to go and lie down.

And back to the photo. What is that on my head? And my mum will continue to claim that there was no more dress available for Clare to wear and it had to stop just past her bottom. Also, there is a v good chance I have just made them both cry so soz for that x