Early doors saw the apprentice keeping a close eye on yours truly while my beautiful and oh so patient wife laboured away in the kitchen making the breakfast of choice, the full English. the cause of this lavish attention was Fathers Day.
I am lucky enough to have my hands full with the apprentice and rug rat MkII while he who cannot be named serves his Queen and country and our only girl works in front line social work in the second city. So I am a lucky Dad. I compensated mine for having me by sending a bottle of a brilliant single malt.
The two younger ones dragged me kicking and screaming back to the chicken restaurant where I had chicken with no spiders as a treat.