Fathers. Dads. Papas. The Old Man.

Happy Father's Day to my huge fatherly audience (that's you Matt and my Dad!).

What did you do to celebrate?

I was woken early by the Doctor wanting to give Matt his Father's Day present (a money box - cute). I rebuffed, pleading for an extra half hour sleep on a Sunday morning. Wish granted.*

Half an hour later, proceedings commenced from the comfort of bed.

And then I got up, made bills corn fritters (Dad, when you're back, I'll make them for you too), wolfed it down.

Later in the afternoon I flaked and slept for 3 hours. Sorry Matt. I did feel marginally better though.

What a beautiful sunny Spring day. What did you get up to?


* Tiny gave Matt a toy helicopter. That's all she wanted to give him. Cute.

Find Andrew

You know when things really resonate with you? My Dad told me a while ago about this father who was riding his bicycle through Europe looking for his small son who had been kidnapped by his former wife. A man who left his job as a fireman to scour the world for his son? Man, that just breaks my heart.

And then I saw SMH today and my heart leapt. Ken Thompson has finally had word that his son is in Amsterdam.

Louis des Bernieres talks about it his struggle to find fair ground here.

image via SMH