It Was a Good Day

Fathers' Day today, and at our place, Dad was well and truly spoilt. I
was allowed to sleep overnight with only the interruption of one
hour-long inconsolable tantrum at 2am. I woke up to hugs and presents
from wife and child, including a Miles-crafted card, a book about dads
and a selection of great running gear to foster my burgeoning pastime
in middle-aged jogging. I was served poached egg on avocado by my
dutiful (today) wife, then had a whale of a time at swimming with
Miles. He was besotted with two swimsuit-clad young ladies who danced
elegant circles around him in the kiddie pool; something that I don't
recall ever happening to me at the Penrith Memorial Swimming Pool.

Still only 9:30am, I had time available for a run and prison gym
workout in my new clobber (underwear much more breathable, I can
report) whilst Miles went down for a monster morning nap. We had plans
for a fathers' day picnic in Steele Park with the Kellys and Auerelii
and the weather turned on a stunning performance. We had quality beers,
stunning slow cooked lamb, lemon tart and three kids in very good form. Today was
the day when Miles decided to put his new found walking skills to
voluntary use, strolling happily between apparatus in the playground
and even managing to avoid treading in the giant steaming dog turd
left nearby. There was hardly a tear all day and plenty of hugs to go
around - the best son a dad could hope for, and his mum's pretty
decent too.

All in all a very special day indeed. But someone is a bit tuckered out now ...