In America it is Father's day.
A happy, trouble-free day to all American Dads.
I am not including the dork-dads so prevalent on TV and 'entertainment' who are 35 going on 12. Nor the multiple advertisment dads that cannot do year four homework with their all-so-smarter kids, or tell the difference between hair shampoo and bleach for the toilet, but nevertheless have executive wives with patient expressions.
No. This is for the mass of tired dads who work their arses off for their families with little reward but much criticism, calumny, accusation, demeaning and dismissal.
This is for all the dads who do not get to see their children because of the Feminist Family Court.
This is for the dads who's children are estranged. Dads who would LOVE their estranged child to pick up the phone and ask, "What happened Daddy? What did they do that hurt me - and you- so much? Why did they do it? ".
Happy Father's Day.
Make the most of it.
Next year..... who knows.
But for today, all dads have drinks on the house (and juices for the kiddies).
And I raise a glass to my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.
And my beloved daughter whose path has taken her away.