It’s that time of year again. Yup, it’s Father’s Day. This weekend! Once again, I have bought my Dad a card. Once again, I have failed to send it on time. Looks like we’ll be doing another Boyo video to be emailed. With love and thought.
We’re ready for it. Kind of. I’ve bought a couple of presents that I’m hoping the Welshman will like, and am keeping my fingers crossed that one of them arrives in time from overseas. Might end up being Father’s Fortnight instead of Day at this rate.
Boyo and I are heading off for a spot of shopping tomorrow morning. We also have to stop by the bottle shop to select six fabulous beers from the exotic beer fridge. We’ve had raspberry beer, pirate beer, Buddha beer, Badger beer, bear beer, chocolate beer … just to name a few.
Disappointingly, the school seems not to be doing a Father’s Day stall this year, so the Welshman won’t get to enjoy the kind of delights that I always receive from the Mother’s Day stall. Damn!
The Welshman has booked a day off next Friday, which is handy as he’s not only going on a mandate with his bromance BFF (two Poms who enjoy eating curry and drinking real ale – they’re welcome to that kind of night out!), he’s taking me out for lunch. Yes, he is. I’m not sure he knows this yet, just quietly. He’s also going to enjoy a massage. A proper paid for one. This is not Father’s Day. It’s Festival of the Welshman! Only fair – he does deserve it.
I tried to book the massage in for Sunday, but it was hard to squeeze it in around the day’s plans. We’re going out for breakfast at one of our favourite cafes, Rosebud in Rozelle. I did offer to make him breakfast in bed but he’d rather go out. I’m sure this is not a reflection on my cooking. Of course not! Boyo has planned an elaborate picnic, complete with menu. Anyone know a recipe for chocolate soup?!
The Welshman always complains (he possibly has a point, but shhhh, don’t tell him) that Mother’s Day is all about mothers having a relaxing day off, getting pampered and enjoying some time away from their children. Whereas Father’s Day is all about dads spending as much time as possible with their kids. Makes perfect sense to me.
The Welshman has a simple list of requirements for Father’s Day. He doesn’t really want anything because he still hasn’t put all his Christmas presents into use yet. He’d quite like Sweet Tooth by Ian McEwan. He’d like to go out for breakfast. He’d like a massage. And one more request – something about blowing. Bubbles, I think? What on earth could he mean? He’s going to love the bubble wand I’ve got for him!