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Father’s Day…

I’ve blogged about my Mummy, and so, it being Father’s Day and all, this one goes out to my father, MY Pappy

I’m the youngest of 4. And yes, I must say, no matter how I see it, I was pampered as a child. Not spoilt rotten or anything, but always pampered, I got away with plenty and my siblings, ok… that’s another blog… but really, they never bullied me…. well not always at least.

But my Pappy, sigh… what can I say?

Contrary to popular belief, I actually DO cook…but where my siblings REFUSE to touch anything I cook, not even with a 10 foot pole and my Mummy (dearest) would look at my culinary masterpiece and sadly shake her head and proclaim dramatically how I’ve wasted flour…. My Pappy would eat up every crumb of anything I put before him…not only that, he’d proclaim it to be simply scrumptious!!!

And sometimes I draw. Copying anything that strikes my fancy…. Usually portraits, where my Mummy (dearest) would look with curiosity, (her interest dies in the 2 seconds it takes for her to realise that I am not drawing her….), my Pappy, would come by and glance quietly at whatever piece I’m working on and later, out of the blue, just when I wasn’t expecting it, he’d pick up my artistic masterpiece, hold it out in front of him, and proclaim it to be really good work, a masterpiece!!!

I remember once, we were watching National Geographic together, an episode about a litter of wolf pups… and I remember saying wistfully to no one in particular “I want one!”… 2 days later, he came home with the ugliest black muzzled little brown puppy ever! Well it wasn’t a wolf pup, but to me, Prince was the cutest puppy IN THE WORLD!!!!

And my Pappy’s cheeky too…. There are days when I come down to breakfast, he’s reading the papers, and I can feel his eyes on me….to which I slowly turn to meet his face, eyes twinkling, quietly chuckling to himself… and I’d know… “Damn! I’ve put on weight AGAIN!”…. sigh… I guess he has his own way of telling me these things…

And it NEVER fails to tickle him everytime I tell him that I’m going to play badminton…nevermind that I’ve been playing badminton quite regularly for YEARS now… EVERY SINGLE TIME I tell him I’m going off for badminton, he giggles…. Sigh… I guess in his mind, I am always the clumsy chubby round faced little girl who couldn’t run…. (still can’t run by the way…)… haha and seeing my old photos, I don’t blame him!!!!!

So this one goes out to my Pappy… he, who indulges me in my crazy quirky ideas in ways I can never justify in words; he, who has shown me the immense power of a pout; he, who’s world stops at the sight of a single tear running down my cheek; he, who makes me feel like I can cook like Nigella; he who makes me feel like I can draw like a Renaissance master… he, who makes me feel I can do ANYTHING… well ok… anything NOT sports related (he has my sister for that)…

I LOVE YOU PAPPY!!!!!!!!! HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now… to go downstairs and give him another Father’s Day kiss….