I had got to the supermarket 3 minutes before it closed last night to get in a stock of soft drink (quite a few cans, someway north of 200!) and fill the boot so that I could drive over to Dadford (appropriate name) first thing today. The stocks at #1 son’s catering venture needed replenishing. Home. Mowed the lawn. Lunch then over to Hazlemere before heading back to Dadford to collect a few items and finally on to #2 son’s after five hours on the road where he said “Happy Father’s Day” and gave me a card which read “DAD today is your day so sit back, relax . . . and enjoy!“. It was a nice card but “You’re taking the mickey” I said. Then home and unloaded the car and had a nap before it was time to wake up and go to bed. Perhaps next year will be different.