Yes, he may have toasted the wrong daughter in his speech on my wedding day (and no he wasn't drunk, bless him, it's a long story!) but I think I have the best Dad in the world. It's a bit early for Father's Day soppiness, I know, but he is treating my sis, my mum and me to see the Take That concert in Newcastle tomorrow night so he deserves a special mention.
I do like Take That but it's my sister who's the real fan. I am just so looking forward to having some quality time with her and my Mum. The three of us get on really well together, my Mum is cool, and we just don't see enough of each other these days so we'll have a fab time together. Dad's paying for the lot - hotel, food, drink and [ridiculously expensive these days] tickets. Thanks Dad; ♥ you lots.
Work is finished for a week now (next week I'm off for a cheeky Paris break - eek!) so I've just got to paint my nails and pack my spangly jumper. We're on an uber-early train in the morning so I'd better get an early one. Rather embarrassingly, I'm looking forward to having two 4-hour train journeys when I can sit and crochet! Bliss! I've nearly made enough squares for my first ever blanket so I'll be badgering people for advice on how to block (?) and stitch together soon... you might want to hide from me...