Father Dear Father

Sunday has been rather fun but very knackering. Howard had a lovely party in Brockley to celebrate his birthday and after midnight I was in the garden fighting with lightsabres and drinking red wine. Also I got to slouch on the couch with Lloyd, which was nice. I got home at about 3.00am to find that Jules had fallen asleep on the sofa and had just woken up.

I got up at about 10.00am tidied up and then awaited the onslaught of children and fathers. I managed to get William and Taylor into the garden to help for a bit but they weren't very interested - I ended up doing a lot of work though, planting my sunflowers, some geraniums and replanting the lavender. I hope it was all worth it.

I then took the boys swimming which was very strange as, obviously, I could do very little except keep and eye on the kids and stop them from enjoying themselves too much. Back home there was a roast dinner in the garden. By the time they left at 7.00 I was out of it. Jules managed to take this photo of me after trying to be a father for a day! I think I will need to go back to Daddy School!