In early childhood my family lived around the Bristol area and Somerset. And today I discovered several old photos of my early childhood that my mother gave me several years ago now. Do you know – I completely forgot that we once drove the streets in a bright pink jaguar! How bloody camp is that? Dad… Respect! Lol
You know, Thor loves dickie bows and seeing this picture made me laugh. I wonder where he gets that from! Funny boy isn’t he?
I loved these Rupert Bear trousers. Not sure about the rusty chip pan basket though. Ooh nostalgia – one can get rather indulgent, can’t one?
Yes, last picture is me as a baby. I do remember when my mother gave me these pics. She said that just after this picture was taken, she dropped me on my head! ‘Why on earth would you tell me that Mother’ I exclaimed. ‘I just thought you should know that Andrew’ she replied. I really didn’t know what she was implying, but I let it drop. At present remembering her fondly. Here’s to you Miss Jean Eve Paradise.
Yes, today saw our not so famous five all leaving for school together. A first time in all these years that they are leaving the family home to go to school in unison. Job well done! I think you’ll agree they all look so smart in their Summer uniform? John has been joking that we will have a whopping 5% of the schools attendance. Though I don’t think that I am considering joining the P.T.F.A. anytime soon.
Does a picture say a thousand words? Well, does it? The girls poetry got me thinking today. At present Remus can sense a change of mood within me. I do suddenly feel more somber. He has gently rested his chin on my lap and is glancing upwards, towards me. I wonder what it is that he senses! He acted strangely earlier today on the terrace. You see, we have a ‘green wall’ covered with ornamental ivy, our rather large grape vine and a sprouting crab apple tree. He was gently pacing the ground, sniffing around, almost searching for something lost. He was quiet then also. I listened, but there was a silence in the air. I considered the possibility of a red kite hunting in the area. You see, the bird song freezes when such a competent predator is near. No, this was different! And then I realised what was wrong. These last weeks have seen two very busy, brown feathered friends at work on our terrace. A mated pair of thrushes firstly built a nest within the ivy, laid their eggs and then once hatched, they have been completely engrossed with the feeding and nurturing of their offspring ever since. Two, maybe three little chicks with very loud and hungry sounding chirps had their parents perusing their own hunting frenzy. As soon as one parent emerged from the nest after feeding the chicks, the other would appear with a beak full of worms. The frenzy of the chirps erupted again and the cycle would repeat itself again and again. Today it is silent. I did gaze to see a solitary brown song thrush on the lawn, but it did not fly towards the nest hidden beneath the ivy. It just looked around, saw me and then flew away… what happened last night on our terrace? I really do not know, but the veil of silence seems louder with emptiness now. Does a picture say a thousand words? You be the judge.
Okay – I might just be the only father on the planet that did not post a Facebook pic of ‘Fathers Day’ on the day itself. Rather, I have chosen today to reflect on it!
Daddy and Dadda Love You All 💕 💖
A poem each, from Amritsar and Tara:
Daddy and Dadda. You are as cuddly as a teddy bear, as hard working as a builder, as funny as a clown, as cool as a racer, as amazing as a teacher, as incredible as a chef and as good as an author. Love from Amritsar xxxxx
(Come to play with me, come to play with me, please, please play with me. Summer time is hear again, come and play with me)
Dadda, Daddy, you are as tall as a table as smart as a technician, as funny as a clown. Love Tara. X
(You are the best Daddyz in the Wirld)
Do remember the girls are only 6 years old!