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Fathers Day

It's Fathers Day and so as a special treat, I was sick on Daddy.

But not just once. Not even twice. And no, not three times. Not four times, either. But five times. Yes, FIVE. It is Fathers Day after all.

I spoilt Daddy rotten and bought him lots of presents - some chocolates to share with Mummy, a cushion, and a football game and football to play with me.



I bought some razor blades for Grandad, as that's what Daddy always used to get for his Grandad when he was little like me.

Grandma Sheila and Uncle Paddy have been very busy finishing everything at Mummy and Daddy's old house, ready to rent it out. Mummy, Daddy and I visited Granny and Grandad for Sunday lunch, and then visited Grandma Sheila and Uncle Paddy at the caravan afterwards.