Riding along on my Automobile...

Today would have been my dad's 78th birthday.

78...I can't imagine him 78. He'll always be 50.... and I'm approaching that age nearer, and nearer with every year.

I often think,I wish he could come back for a day, just to meet Si, and all the grandkids. But I think, honestly, that he would spot the Sky TV box, and he would die all over again.

As I cycled home along the path, I spotted, silhouetted against the sun, four golfers, getting ready to tee off. I'd like to think that was my dad, and his pals, Jimmy, Jack and Harry setting off on a Mother-ship Birthday Fourball.

I do miss him, but I just have to look in the mirror and in my eyes... there he is...

And down here on earth... I've got my new Dad keeping an eye on me!