Father's Day

I'm sorry I ended up buying a second-rate card from the shop, and even sorrier that you didn't hear me when I shouted up from downstairs that I'd brought it to you. Mum was in her own world, you were in yours, and I was on my way to the Pennine thing at the pub. Tracey was sat in her car, sorting out her own world too, so none of us even connected at all. How very sad all round. I hope that you had a nice day nonetheless?

Love you Dad.