Stephen’s blog

Dear Newsletter Readers (old and new),

I hope you are all well and I hope you enjoy reading this week’s newsletter. 

Father’s Day has recently come and gone and I’ve written a short poem for you all about how I spent my “Father’s Day”.  

I hope you have a good weekend and we’ll be back again next week.

I’ve never been very good at remembering specific celebration days.

Most come and go unnoticed and the ones that don’t pass by in an alcoholic haze.

If it wasn’t for the yearly reminder I get from my family I would probably lose track of my age.

So the other day when I heard by daughter say it was flowers day I didn’t think twice.

I was out shopping with my wife and daughter last Sunday.

In addition to food, we sometimes buy a bunch of flowers.

Flowers create a relaxing mood and they brighten up the inside and outside of homes.

Bunches of flowers in vases highlighting the interior design, those growing outside sharing the sun light with garden gnomes.

We stopped at a little flower shop on the way home.

I noticed the date and next to it the words “Father’s day”.  

Like most fathers, I don’t express my feelings in a big way.

It’s difficult enough receiving gifts from my family at Christmas and on my birthday, let alone “Father’s day”.

My daughter involved me in the choosing of the flowers.

4 types were bought and as many colours.

The flower shop assistant received some much needed direction on the arrangement.

Before going to bed, I thanked my daughter for thinking of me on “Father’s Day”.