Father's Day

Hey;

I parked myself on the couch and watched Friday night footy through sleepy eyes. By half time, the remote had been swindled from my unsuspecting palm and the channel changed to some chick flick. After about 30 minutes, I finally noticed. Feigned insult for all of five seconds, then tucked myself off to beddy byes.

We got to spend Saturday on our neighbour’s boat again. It wasn’t ideal weather to be out on the harbour, but passing on the offer would be akin to saying no to a Ferrari ride because the road is slippery. This thing is amazing. Just incredible. I soooo want one. It’s bigger than our house, currently for sale for more than our house and, here’s the kicker – doesn’t need any DIY! Too cold to swim, but sublime none the less (Meg – we moored for lunch outside your old flat in double bay).

Father’s day kicked off with a smashing breakfast of French toast, mixed berries and a side of bacon. Not in a fancy café mind you - prepared at home by none other than The Lovely Samantha. Bodhi also made me feel special with some handmade cards bursting with TLC and a mug with “#1 Dad” emblazoned on the side...awwww... talk about feeling special.

The warm fuzzy feeling was short lived though. Sunday turned out to be stunning, ideal weather for boating. Instead, we spent it in the front yard edging, planting, cementing and painting. Nearly there. Not long now.

See ya,

Minas.