Golf, porn and Father’s Day

I really should have written My Father’s Day blog by now, but I haven’t so I shall do so now, because I have another blog in mind, and I want toget them both typed up before they flee my mind!
All the children came home to celebrate Father, even Little Miss flew from Johannesburg. It’s been since Christmas that we have all been together in the same place and nearly 4 years since we have celebrated a Father’s Day all together, Errant Son had finally planted roots, or so we thought. The grandchildren presented their gifts first, a loevly shiny pencil holder for Granpa’s desk and a very colourful Kleenex box cover,which I am sure Grandpa will treasure. Grandpa has been a little grumpy of late, quite angry with his fellow doctors for taking part in the strike. But he was soon cheered up with the children in the house, he could talk medicine with Hillary, and be spoiled by Sophie and debate ( which is what we call his little arguments with Grayson ) current affairs with Grayson. And he loved his new golf clubs,which the children all chipped in for ( meaning Hillary and Grayson, Sophie no doubt spent this month’s and next month’s allownace on shoes! ). They even had a set of 12 black golf balls monogrammed with Father’s intials “LSJ” which I thought was a lovely touch even Grayons’s naughty pornography book went down well, I’ve actually had a look through quite interesting, there is so much more to pornography then sex, tried to have a discussion with the culprit who bought the book,children claim parents are so prudish about sex, but really they are the ones with the hangups! Sex is as natural as living or dying, it is a part of life!
Little Miss Sophie also made a lovely cake, which despite being her first effort and did not come out of a Betty Crocker packet was quite deliscious.