Monday, 13 February 2017

Coughing

I found myself doing a Dad cough this evening: Starting off almost as a low growl before gradually being promoted to a full on bark, often multiple times. Note that Paul has already claimed the admonishment to ones self, to "shut up" after such a cough.  On a related note, also found myself stating how I'd like to "give the chef a wee peck" last night, but predictably this was one of the low hanging fruit that went in the early days, but worth revisiting.

Monday, 9 January 2017

Holiday enquiry

Every account of a holiday would start with the question: “You left the house at what time?” Not, you note: “What time did you leave the house?” I was reminded of the gambit when I quizzed the Poode about Peru.

Pic of the day: We turn back to the hands of time to July 1984 for this one:


Thursday, 20 October 2016

Don’t swear. It’s Sunday

Like the inference that somehow its absolutely fine to blaspheme on all other days of the week.

Pic of the day: Heres Dad selling Ayrshires in December 1984 with, if Im not mistaken, Joe Payne to the left and the clerking Poode to the right.


Monday, 26 September 2016

Tennis again

When a ball landed some distance from Dad and particularly in an inaccessible place he would point at it even though its position was obvious, open his eyes widely and nod to communicate the need for his opponent to pick up the ball. I've been doing this in the garden with Bertie lately.

Pic of the day: Another one from the bureau files and what a rarity in that it shows Dad with all four of us together. Great shot.


Monday, 19 September 2016

Calling people by the name of someone from a TV programme...

Mads and I are hooked on Poldark at the moment and there is a character in it called Demelza - I have called Mads Demelza a couple of times after watching and I realise this is what Dad did.  ANyone else remember this?

Friday, 16 September 2016

Piddling in the garden

Much to Kris' chagrin, Aidan has a preference to go for a piddle / tink tonks (see previous posts) in the garden rather than going to the loo indoors - even when it's closer.  Like to think there is a genetic link through me to Dad for this - remember often seeing the old boy, back to the house, taking his ease at the end of the garden - much to the chagrin of Mum...

Thursday, 15 September 2016

Knee squeezing

Do you remember how Dad used to grip either side of your kneecap with thumb and middle finger and then squeeze for no apparent reason? I do this with the kids occasionally when they're sat next to me in the car. They don't like it any more than we did.

Pic of the day: Mads has been growing vegetables in the garden this summer - like her Ma did many moons ago or is she just fingering a weed? Came across this print when rifling through the bureau at Aldbourne looking for a Reading streetmap.