Happy Birthday Dad

Today is my dad's birthday, and we had a short chat on the phone tonight. I don't know when I'll see him to give him his birthday present, and I missed the post so his card didn't get there on time. Sometimes I wish I could slow everything down, because all my filled days and rushing about, doesn't seem to achieve the important things in life. Anyway, I hope I look as good as dad when I'm 87. Manda saw him today, so took this photo. I'm guessing that's a nice bottle of whisky he's got there! The gift for the man who has everything?

My day was busy at work, and I got home at 6. Mollie had made dinner, & Henry was upstairs. Jon will be home tomorrow. I listened to The Archers (that awful Rob is up to something, blackmail is round the corner, I guess) and finished making a Christmas present. Then only half an hour of writing time before Gareth Malone.

Its not going to write its self, this book. Must try harder.

Now bed