Hello Readers, most of whom
probably stumble upon my blog by accident! I've been talking about starting up
my blog again for a while now and as my friend Jess has recently updated hers I
thought it time I bit the bullet. As many of my friends will know I do actually
write all the time, however much of it I deem unblogworthy and so it never
leaves the pages of my notebook. Yep, I still do writing with a pen and
paper!
Anyway, since my last post I have started a 'be a grown-up'
initiative which has seen me get a new job and move away from home. All very
exciting! But that's enough about me. The main reason I came on here is that
it's Father's Day next weekend and I've suddenly come over all sentimental and
wanted to write about my dad. Aww/puke. Fortunately, he doesn't know I've got a
blog so probably won't ever see this.
So, here we go...
Yesterday, I finally got round to going to the Museum of London
for the penultimate day of the Dickens and London exhibition with one of my sisters.
Our love of Dickens unquestionably stems from our dad who even on my lastest visit home got me to read an extract from his tattered copy of 'Sketches by
Boz' for no apparent reason.
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| Just to prove I went. |
Growing up I often heard my mum
say 'you're just like your father', mostly after having said something
sarcastic and to be honest at the time this really annoyed me. But now I'm able
to see the truth in it and am actually quite proud of it, as my dad is one of
the only men, if not the only man, I've ever really been able to rely on and
look up to. (At the age of 23 I don't think this is really something I should
be too worried about, however, if I am still saying this in twenty years time I
think it might be cause for concern!) Of course, he has faults (again, many of
which I might have inherited) but overall he really is the most decent of men:
caring, funny, generous and intelligent.
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| Me and my parents at Graduation. |
As children we tend to think our parents know everything and
although over time we find out this isn't strictly true, there isn't much my
dad doesn't know. Because of him I know lots of useless facts which have come
in handy in pub quizzes from time to time. I think our parents shape the people
we become and I know that for better or for worse my dad has hugely influenced
the person I am today. Because now, as a semi-grown up, I see in
myself snippets of him and (maybe let's not tell him this) it's not too bad!
Right, that's probably enough sentimentality for a while.
Hopefully, it won't be another 6 months before I next write.
