Fathers’ Day can bite me…

It’s that time of the year again, where pubs and shops are offering Fathers’ Day deals. It’s not a good time of the year for me, and I’m sure there are others who feel the same, having lost their hero.

It always leads to random dreams, last night’s being one about Bjorn scoring mum and me free tickets to go see the BeeGees (Dad’s favourite band).

I think this is compounding the sore throat and thumping head I’ve had lately, so I’m looking forward to September 5th when we move into whatever the next holiday on the calendar it is… probably Christmas. Erg. I hate Christmas too! haha. Such.A.Grinch.


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