As most of the world knows, yesterday was Father’s Day. This is a picture of my mantelpiece yesterday evening:
The cards are homemade, as we always insist upon in our house. The red card on the right is from Tingirl, the one in the middle is from Tinson1, who admitted that it was his second attempt, as just before he gave me his first one he realised it said “Happy Birthday” on it (still, he passed his Second Year Science exams on Friday, at the moment he can do no wrong).
So the one on the far left is obviously Tinson2’s, you’re thinking. Well, no. The one on the left is in my writing, and says “This space is reserved for Tinson2’s card (I know it’s coming)”.
(See, even out in the slogosphere I use a lot of brackets.)
This is why the first sentence of this post says “as most of the world” rather than “as the whole world”.
In fairness to him he had made a card but as always had got up ten minutes before he had to go out and meet his mates and had forgotten to give it to me, then didn’t arrive home until after midnight.
Anyway, putting up my own card was funnier, and the debate as to whether he should be left any of the cake they got for me was entertaining (it was a tie, he got some because I had the casting vote).
So in his own way, and entirely without intending to, he gave me quite a good Father’s Day gift.