Ten things I remember about my dad
He called himself Joe
He smelled of cigars
Watching him dress up to go to the races
Knowing the answer to everything
Feeding the ducks in Hyde Park
His love of Gloria Gaynor, Kenny Rogers and the blonde one from Abba
Growing roses and tomatoes in our window box
Holding my hand in Holland Park
Happy Father’s Day!
14 June, 2008 @ 12:47 pm
and the present dilemma continues once again!
also, have you got an email I can contact you on?
14 June, 2008 @ 10:36 pm
That’s really tranquil. I can’t remember my dad…
15 June, 2008 @ 3:58 am
This was very touching.
I miss my dad, too.
The style societe
15 June, 2008 @ 5:59 am
You freaked me out then, I thought I had missed fathers day – but we have it in September! – Your dad seems fantastic. Love your blog!
15 June, 2008 @ 12:30 pm
Awe this is so sweet x
15 June, 2008 @ 2:16 pm
Oh, darling that was beautiful. I forgot it was father’s day today (yes, embarrassed that google had to tell me)
Cupcakes and Cashmere
16 June, 2008 @ 3:48 am
ah, your comments about your dad were so touching. i too have always felt as though my dad knew the answers to everything…we’re lucky to have grown up with such intelligent fathers! xo
16 June, 2008 @ 2:35 pm