For the past 16 years, Father’s Day to me has been a day to celebrate my fabulous daughter; for the past 31, I have had no Dad to send a card or gifts to. My Dad died ridiculously young at 61 and never met his granddaughter. This obviously hurts me, as does the fact thatContinue reading “Life with Father: a memoir”
Random rambles about life, music and football from a man who took up blogging way after it was a thing
Rory writes 