Six packs need not apply
The kids were surprised at first to see this shot. Mimi asked me how I had taken it, had I used the timer?
But I then told them that I have now found a companion. Another middle-aged pot-bellied dad who likes nothing better than to throw himself off the end of the pier.
I have finally found my other half. We are two. We are one. We are officially a club.
I think we'll call ourselves the Plummetting Kegs. And the six packs can shag off.