Pictures above - Alex (with his heels on), Taya, Gem, Iain (also with heels on) and Chris at Taya's naming ceremony
Muggins with Alanna and Rebecca at the worlds biggest spelling centre
The best thing about being a dad is fathers day, I don't know if it has "roots" or was invented by Hallmark to increase sales, but having presents bought by your wife on behalf of the kids with your own money is great, especially great this year as I somehow managed to wangle quite a few pressies, including a Go-cart session at the Clay Pigeon circuit (15 minutes away - and on the national carting circuit) a clay pigeon shooting lesson (yes you've guessed it, at the Clay Pigeon (Southern Counties) shooting ground next door, and a copy of "Hot Fuzz", which for those of you across the pond is a British Police related comedy film, although good, it didn't quite match up to the hype and contained words I will never understand for the swear box!
The other good thing about fathers day is that you get to share it (to a greater or lesser degree) with other fathers, and this year was particularly special as Gemma and Iain had their daughter's (Taya) naming ceremony on fathers day (still came out of it called Taya). Tamisa was embarrassed when Gem presented her with a bunch of flowers as a thank you for her help and friendship ... and the several thousand ruppee's worth of clothes we have handed down over the last few months. Good news for me, I could take the ones I had bouhgt back to Tesco! After the food (post event), it was back to theirs for a BBQ under hastily erected Gazebos, and to while away a few hours chasing after the kids... and eating ... and having the odd beer ... and eating again, and waiting for the rain to arrive (which it did of course).
Outside of fathers day, life has been fairly mundane. Two new chickens have arrived and have been bullied ever since, if it carries on I'll pluck them and give them tattoo's to make them look as tough as they would taste! Life is hard here on the farm, but I finally gave in and have sectioned off part of the run for them to use for a couple of weeks until they can look after themselves ... women eh!
Muggins with Alanna and Rebecca at the worlds biggest spelling centre
The best thing about being a dad is fathers day, I don't know if it has "roots" or was invented by Hallmark to increase sales, but having presents bought by your wife on behalf of the kids with your own money is great, especially great this year as I somehow managed to wangle quite a few pressies, including a Go-cart session at the Clay Pigeon circuit (15 minutes away - and on the national carting circuit) a clay pigeon shooting lesson (yes you've guessed it, at the Clay Pigeon (Southern Counties) shooting ground next door, and a copy of "Hot Fuzz", which for those of you across the pond is a British Police related comedy film, although good, it didn't quite match up to the hype and contained words I will never understand for the swear box!
The other good thing about fathers day is that you get to share it (to a greater or lesser degree) with other fathers, and this year was particularly special as Gemma and Iain had their daughter's (Taya) naming ceremony on fathers day (still came out of it called Taya). Tamisa was embarrassed when Gem presented her with a bunch of flowers as a thank you for her help and friendship ... and the several thousand ruppee's worth of clothes we have handed down over the last few months. Good news for me, I could take the ones I had bouhgt back to Tesco! After the food (post event), it was back to theirs for a BBQ under hastily erected Gazebos, and to while away a few hours chasing after the kids... and eating ... and having the odd beer ... and eating again, and waiting for the rain to arrive (which it did of course).
Outside of fathers day, life has been fairly mundane. Two new chickens have arrived and have been bullied ever since, if it carries on I'll pluck them and give them tattoo's to make them look as tough as they would taste! Life is hard here on the farm, but I finally gave in and have sectioned off part of the run for them to use for a couple of weeks until they can look after themselves ... women eh!
Work has been OK, Operation Knee Jerk Reaction/Over Reaction is in full swing at the moment following the recent bomb issues in London and Glasgow (in a country called Scotland for those of you not from round these parts!). As Controller at the time of instigation, I quickly responded to the heightened security state by, erm, closing the HQ gates. Thats about it. Needless to say HQ over the weekend was full of bosses and Special Branch ("you haven't seen me, alright!) and I have more armed officers at my indirect disposal than ever before (yes its even more than 6 for the county - or less than one shift on a detachment at any individual station in Canada or the US I suppose). Lets hope you aren't unfortunate enough to crash and your car catch fire on your way home from the hardware shop with the BBQ gas cannister in the back! Given the success rate of the terrorists over the last week, I'm beginning to wonder whether the new breed of Irish are involved.
Thats about it for now ... too many early turns and chicken issues are catching up on me. Take it easy!
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