So it was Fathers day on Sunday as I found out when I was sternly warned by the wife to return to bed as the fruits of my loins were in the middle of preparing my breakfast and would be bringing it to me upstairs.

A photo marks the occasion as luckily the camera bag is kept under the bed probably for security reasons but more likely because thats where I left it after uploading the last batch of photos to my laptop.

You will note the effort that has gone into preparing this plate and the rather topical for the moment football theme.  I support Aston Villa by the way, actually that is too strong a word, I follow their progress with more interest than any other team is more accurate. This elegant presentation gave me a reason not to eat rather fortunately as just as I was going to take a mouthfull Eldest informed me that that he had cut the crusts off  as the bread used was, how do I put this, past it's sell by date. They had also neglected to butter as they told me this would have made cutting the required shapes too difficult.

The mug of tea went down very well however and indeed I would be mortified if any child of mine could not produce a decent brew.

They bought me a bottle of Jack Daniels as well, the standard all occasion present for me in our household. This probably will not last as long as it should and certainly won't stretch to the next gift receiving date.

Thanks Kids.  Love You All