The Prof's first Father's Day

me, the Prof and the Young Philosopher

The Prof had his first Father's Day yesterday.

The Young Philosopher surprised him with a card, some beers and a big bar of chocolate with a message iced on it. The Prof came to live with us when the YP was eighteen. From the start they have got on really well, they make each other laugh and go off together to see stupid action films I don't want to see.  It's lovely that the YP recognises all that the Prof does for him, and I think the Prof was quite touched. In the last two years, the Prof has performed all those fatherly duties required by an almost-grown son - including giving him advice, picking him up, giving him money, cooking him breakfast, and worrying about him almost as much as I do. If that doesn't qualify him as a father-figure, I don't know what does.

The Fabulous Four

My four favourite men: the Prof, Dad, the Young Philosopher and Little Bruv.

Celebrating in Style

Mum and I went to the Ritz for afternoon tea today to celebrate her birthday. The Dusty Professor drove us there and back, but he wouldn't wear a chauffeur's hat.

The food and the service were very good. We couldn't eat all the cakes and scones, and now that I am the sort of person who dines out at the Ritz I didn't like to put them in my handbag and take them home. Shame, because they were lovely!

I suspect that Afternoon Tea at The Ritz isn't for posh people. The other diners all looked pretty much like us - ordinary people out for a bit of a treat. I certainly wouldn't have brought my camera out if there hadn't already been several people snapping away and asking waiters to take their photographs. I expect the Upper Classes would find it all quite beneath them.

We had a lovely time. I think this could be an annual Mum's birthday event.