Happy fathers' day

Dom made an excellent Melbourne-cafe breakfast of toad-in-a-hole with fried cherry tomatoes sprinkled with basil and lightly fried button mushrooms. I know what an effort it was for him to get up before 9.00am. Adam got in early by posting a graphic novel titled "Lars, the last Viking, goes to the end of the world". It's by his mate, Matt Taylor, who signed the first page with the note that "the Viking lifeblood is strong". Viking lifeblood is why I have Dupuytren's Contracture, but it's the thought that counts.
Disappointingly, Nick arrived for lunch without the tradtional Shell Car Wash kit. Had he followed tradition, I would now have a complete set of 12. He claims he chucked in for the present Annika is going to give me tonight. I had a dream last night that she gave me a red tractor. Fingers crossed...
Amanda is excused as she's on foreign assignment but as I'm actually her father, I know she'll be thinking of me. I'm not Julia's father but she set the mood for the day by letting me read the first part of the Sunday paper before she did - a first.
Happy fathers' day to all the Roff, Seage and Forrest fathers. With the possible exception of Stuart, we've all done really well.