One year on.
Tuesday, January 1st, 2008 11:35 pmAlthough it's not been a bad day over all, I can't help but feel a little bit sad. At 5 o'clock this afternoon, give or take a couple of minutes, it has been exactly a year since I last saw Dad. In a fit of sentimentality a couple of months ago, I had Furtle scan this picture, which the family thinks was taken for his 21st birthday all the way back in November 1941.

Clearly the genes have skipped a generation; my nephew Tom, Dad's grandson looks more like him than I do; I think I take more after my Mum's side of the family, although I can see my own paternal granddad a little when I look in the mirror.
I can tell now, where I get my love of tweed jackets from, too...

Clearly the genes have skipped a generation; my nephew Tom, Dad's grandson looks more like him than I do; I think I take more after my Mum's side of the family, although I can see my own paternal granddad a little when I look in the mirror.
I can tell now, where I get my love of tweed jackets from, too...