My Dad likes to act the unsentimental type, but really (in common with a lot of other men, I expect) he’s nothing but a big softie.
When we had our dog, Dram, Dad made sure that little treats from the table always found a way to the dog’s bowl. Never went by a meal involving sausages or chips without extra being prepared for Dram. And woe betide Mum if we had a roast beef dinner and she hadn’t made a yorkshire pudding for the dog!
Now that he’s a grandfather, he’s always willing to help out with school runs when needed, and every time my sons visit Mum and Dad’s house, he surrenders his laptop without a murmur in order to let them watch re-runs of ‘Doctor Who’.
But it’s one of his most recent thoughts which I think is possibly the sweetest and most caring of all. If you follow my Dad’s blog, you will have heard now and then about the exploits of our tortoise, Henry, and how he came out of hibernation quite worryingly early at the start of the year. You see, he retreated to bed for the winter in a huff, in September, due to the unseasonably poor weather. Since he woke up, Dad has been catering to his every possible desire, including making sure that there is always fresh lettuce in the fridge for him. Well, last week or the one before, Dad discovered a proliferation of dandelion flowers in the lawn. Henry absolutely loves dandelions but only eats a couple a day so, rather than watching the dandelions go to seed and thus be wasted, Dad picked them all and has frozen them, in order to ensure a ready supply for Henry, even out of dandelion season! Isn’t that lovely!