It’s Fathers’ Day in Australia, and I’m not there to show you how much I care, so I’m typing this instead.
I hope you have a wonderful Father’s Day. I should like to be there to spoil you rotten with rum balls, licorice allsorts, a bottle of black Bundy (naughty!), a few (hundred) new crosswords, some good books you may not have read complete with book rest so you don’t have to hold them for too long, some country music and a bbq lunch which you don’t have to cook or clean.
I wish you good health, and the best that life has to offer, Dad. You deserve the best.
Miss you. Love you.