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32 Years

Thursday, August 26, 2010

… since this was taken in my paternal granny’s garden in Ashtead. That was my first birthday. Monday was my first birthday without Dad — that is, without a card and a phone call at least. He never forgot. It’s a big week. In about 24 hours, I’ll be out of the house. More soon.

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Birthday Letter

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Dear Dad Happy Birthday. You would have been 75 today. I was going to write something for Sunday, but you hated Father’s Day, thought it was commercial nonsense, though you were gracious about any cards, presents or phone calls. You were always gracious, actually, except when you were impatient because I was speaking slowly or [...]

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House Cooling

Sunday, May 16, 2010

What a week. Gordon Brown resigned, David Cameron became prime minister, and Dr. Ian Paisley had his balls cut off. I mean Dr. Ian Paisley my cat, not the former DUP politician who as far as I know has yet to be castrated. Dr P (feline) barely noticed the modification to his equipment and was [...]

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Mon Père, Ce Héros

Friday, May 7, 2010

I have disposed of all of Dad’s work papers, apart from the recent ones I’m keeping with a view to finishing the last article he was writing. One day. When I have emptied the attic and found an estate agent and finished culling the books. One thing that made me feel less bad about throwing [...]

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