Journal: Father's Day
Yesterday was Father's Day. Gillian, Ian and Anthony made contact. Gillian phoned early in the morning from Whitianga and wished me a happy day and said to look out for something in the mail, as always a lotto ticket and said as usual, to let her know if I won anything. Anthony arrived shortly afterwards to accompany me on my usual a morning walk. As usual he had a funny card for me, I don't know how he finds them all. No matter whether it is Christmas, my birthday or anything else, he always comes up with a funny card. I enjoy them. I took him along one of the nice, quiet routes I often take around St Andrew's here in Hamilton and we had an interesting and varied conversation which I enjoyed. When we arrived back we went together with Pat to visit a small cafe, just down the road and had coffee and muffins. Anthony could not stay long, painting work was waiting in the bathroom. Nice of him to take the time off and come down wish me, a happy Father's Day.

Ian phoned this evening from Wales which was a pleasant surprise, for over there Father's Day is on a different day. He must have made a note of the day. Like Anthony we had a pleasant and interesting conversation about the Twins, the front patio he is building and the sad demise of Vicky's elder sister in Swansea.

As I went on my morning walk this morning, I thought about yesterday, I thought of our family. Pat and I could not have been blessed with 3 better offspring.