Keeping in tradition with our ‘special days of the year’ blogs, we have an ‘Ode to Grandad/Dad blog Post’ in honour of ‘Father’s Day.’ I am so bloody lucky to have a Dad still with us and I know this day along with every other day of the year is so hard for people who have lost their fathers. All my thoughts go out to those people and particularly some of my close friends. You know who you are and I am thinking of you today….xxx
He is Dad.
He is calm.
He is relaxed.
He is so relaxed, he is almost horizontal.
He is practical.
He is not emotional.
If Barack Obama was at a party he was at, he would probably forget to mention it.
People say I look like him. (Ummmm??? A man? Excellent!)
He carted me and my Brother around the country playing tennis tournaments when we were growing up.
He gave up every weekend for this and mornings before work for lessons.
He supported my tennis so much, encouraged me and never got stressed (or didn’t show it.)
He drove me to the airport when I was 13 and went on a European tennis tour.
Dad and I at a tennis tournament. what on earth in going on with my hair and why am I holding a tiger?
He basically passed my maths and science GCSE’S.
He explained Maths and Science to me in a way that I could understand it. (In other words, in the most basic way.)
He laughed when my Science teacher told him that his daughter was a ‘natural scientist!!???’ (bullshit)
He drove me to Manchester University on my first day and continued to help me move every year I changed accommodation.
He must have driven up to Manchester 30 times.
He kept my Mum calm when I went to Australia travelling for a year when I was 23.
Returning from a year’s travelling.
He is a geologist, loves a map, rocks and is proud to be from Bermuda.
He retired, had a retirement party but then carried on working? He is now semi retired.
He looks at maps and works out the best way for me to get to places as I have no sense of direction.
He is our taxi service. He picks us up from the airport and drives us anywhere.
He is the most hands on Granddad you could get.
He has changed nappies since the kids were born, been puked on, pissed on, pooped on and rocked all his Granddaughters to sleep.
He took 3 days off work to look after Mrs Bean (now age 7) when she was 4 months when we went to a wedding in Ireland.
He walked her around the village in a pram like the one in the ‘railway children’ that Mum got from a charity shop.
He was so proud to become a Granddad.
He has 4 granddaughters, my two and my twin nieces, my Brother’s kids.
He takes the kids swimming and occasionally forgets where he is and gets a loud ‘knock’ from the window from Granny who is watching behind the glass.
He takes the kids in his garden and fails notice Mrs Frog drinking water from the bird bath (random shit in my parents garden) and gets a loud knock from Granny at the window.
He does like to drift off during family occasions (very similar to Daddy Irish.)
At Christmas with a very young Mrs Bean xx
He has the ability to fall asleep wherever he is.
He is the one who I call when I cannot do/or help Mrs Bean (age 7) with her homework (for example ‘why can’t sound travel through space? No idea…DADDDDDDDDDDDD HELPPPPPPPPPP!!!’)
He comes up to London to see the kids frequently but always brings his own lunch (usually sandwiches) because he knows there will be no food in the house because I will have eaten it all.
He is always sent up to our house with lists of ‘jobs’ to do!
He does all our DIY because Daddy Irish has no passed his DIY GCSE yet.
He set up Mrs Bean’s first pram as Daddy Irish struggles with these things.
He changes our light bulbs and mows our lawn.
He helps us move house every time we move.
He picked me up from the hospital after I had my second miscarriage.
He still signs cards to my Mum ‘Best wishes.’ (Doesn’t go down well.)
He sometimes signs cards to me ‘from Roger.’ (Forgets who he is writing to.)
He loves swimming and is always telling me that I should take it up (‘yawn Dad, am far too unfit.’)
He answers the phone to me and asks if ‘I want Mum’ after 10 seconds (as Dad’s do.)
He always takes ages to carve a roast dinner and I have to take over as I have no patience.
He gets heaps of abuse from Granny and his daughter (me) but he just takes it and zones out.
He never mentioned the cringe text he received from one of my mates from uni who stole my phone and sent a message to every bloke in my phone saying ‘I really like you and want to go on a date with you.’ #cringe #embarrassing
He used to pick up me and my mates up from parties when we were teenagers – sozzled on Hooch, 20 20 or Lambrusco!
He doesn’t bat an eyelid when I forget his Birthday.
He never knows what he wants for Christmas and just says ‘socks or a ladder???’
He is obsessed with looking at houses for us to buy, but hasn’t quite grasped London prices yet -‘How about this one?’ ‘Yes Dad, it’s lovely but is 3 million pounds!!!!!’
He loves cycling swimming, playing tennis and going sailing.
He has survived many stand offs with Mrs Frog (Age 2.)
He survived a half an hour battle to get Mrs Frog in the car once, when we left her with him at Gatwick, to go on a break away without the kids.
He came up and stayed the night a lot, when Mrs Frog was a baby and had a milk intolerance and cried all the time.
He took her off me and calmed her one night when I was hysterical and losing the plot with the crying.
He plays ludo with Mrs Bean.
He doesn’t listen when I tell him to read Mrs Bean just ONE story and is still in her room after an hour, having read ten stories and is then sings the entire book of nursery rhymes because she asked him too.
He doesn’t listen but what man does?
He watched Mrs Bean’s 2 hour gym display, despite her only being in it for 5 minutes (painful).
He took her to her first ever audition.
He legged it round the garden with the kids in a sledge when he arrived back from Japan with jetlag.
His grandkids faces light up when he arrives.
He gets up with the kids when I am at home and makes them breakfast so I can sleep.
He is patient with me and his grandkids.
He does absolutely anything and everything for me, my kids and our family.
We are so lucky to have him. He does SO MUCH FOR US XXXXXX
The end xxxxxx
At my Brother’s weddingxxx
Mrs Bean as a baby xxx