As a parent blogger it’s in my contract to write an obligatory Father’s Day post, and not just because I was sent a lovely Father’s Day hamper, but more on that later.
I’ve never been a fan of ‘days’, Christmas being the exception. And Doris, obviously.
The commercialisation doesn’t so much irritate my grumpy gland as thump it repeatedly to the tune of Moonpig.com.
Whenever I see someone browsing the Father’s Day novelty mugs in the Supermarket I feel it’s my duty as a fellow dad to stand behind them whispering,
“nope, not that, nor that, move along, keep going …”, until they reach the alcohol aisle.
But since becoming a dad I’ve come to realise it’s not so much about me as it is the kids.
I know just how excited they were to make a Mothers Day card and how they couldn’t keep it a secret beyond her walking through the door.
I remember how excited I was to give my mum the biggest box of chocolates my £1 pocket money could buy (bigger than you imagine when it’s filled with out-of-date orange and strawberry creams).
Or the 10 bottles of perfume for £10 I bought from a street seller that I individually wrapped and couldn’t understand why she found each bottle funnier than the last?
Or the decade of Cliff Richard tat because she may have once said he seemed like a nice man.
With this is mind I nervously asked the boys what they thought I needed. It was reassuring to hear them say Mario Kart 8 and coffee. Less so a hair cut?
Now I admit to being a little difficult to buy for but what do you get a simple bloke who’s happy with his lot? Besides, last time I checked you couldn’t buy a poo in peace or replace lost marbles.
I’m also showered with gifts from Janet anyway. Just this week she brought me back a goody bag from the Ideal Home Show. I say goodies, it was oven cleaner. And the bag was a handbag she’d bought for herself but it’s the thought that doesn’t pay the bloody bills!
My intention was to write a proper gift guide but if I’m totally honest the flood of imaginative PR offers I was anticipating quickly became a trickle of novelty key rings, so instead it’s just a list of things I like, and not a novelty cuff-link or Top Gear shower gel in sight!
The one product I was more than happy to review was a hamper from Spicers of Hythe (spicersofhythe.co.uk).
It contained a bottle of wine (that Janet assures me was lovely), roasted cashews, whiskey marmalade, flapjacks and chocolates, all presented in a blue woven basket. The best compliment I can pay it is that none of the contents have made it to Fathers Day. Well presented and great quality products.
You can’t go wrong with books. Well I suppose you can but not these ones…
‘Sometimes you have to bite the dog’ by Sam Coleman (Soul Rock Books).
I’ve read this a couple of times, it’s a brilliantly written book about the authors journey into fatherhood. Funny, heart-warming and poignant.
‘100 ideas for dads who love their kids but find them exhausting’ by Willem Vaneekelen.
A witty little book that sets out to find new ways of entertaining the kids in otherwise mundane situations, or as the blurb says, finding ways to play without dad having to leave the sofa.
‘The Humans’ by Matt Haig.
I’ve not read this yet but I’ve heard great things about it so I’m hoping Janet reads this before Sunday.
Any kids books.
I admit it, I love a good kids book so I’m always happy to get new ones to share with the boys.
I’m a little obsessed with web design at the moment and Skillshare offer some great online courses. They cover Photoshop, Illustrator, HTML, plus lots more I’ve yet to discover.
Failing all these you could always give your kid £1 and let them loose in an old school pound store. Let’s face it, who doesn’t want a dusty ornament with ‘Papa’ spelt out in seashells? You may even find a Cliff Richard commemorative plate!