My dad is my hero. I might have said this before, or something along those lines in this very blog. When I was at uni he appeared on Fifteen to One twice, coming second and then third. I was very proud of him, and told the odd person about my wonderful pa who was clever … More Keep Left and Carry On
“You know,” my dad said when I saw him last. “Sometimes I’ll be out in the garden, gardening, and I’ll suddenly realise that I’ve been singing the ‘Popeye’ theme tune, out loud, for quite a long time. It totally ruins my day.” I love my dad. Also Ian McKellen impressions: Popeye the Sailorman
Ian and I went for Sunday roast with my family earlier, as we usually do. It’s always an amusing affair, usually because my nana is off following her own train of thought and throws the odd non-sequitur in at a crucial juncture. Here is what happened this week. “Did you like the peas?” my mum … More Doctor Who?
My dad met me for lunch today. We’d finished eating and were sat in companionable silence, when Dad remembered something from his idyllic morning (all his mornings are idyllic now he’s retired). “You know,” he started, leaning back in his chair. “I went into the garden today and one of the pigeons was having a … More Pigeon
I went to town the other day with my dad. “What do you need in town?” he asked, conversationally. “Bits and bobs – stuff for tired eyes from Superdrug, and I need my photo doing for my passport,” I said as we left the car in Sainburys car park and pottered companionably towards the high … More Where’ve I been? Where’ve YOU been?