... Sunday really WAS a day of rest, certainly so far as my family was concerned. Having a clergyman for a father kind of made sure of that!
I'm just sitting here for a minute, catching my breath as I juggle the trays and pans and bowls and tins, trying to work out how many quiche will actually fit in the oven together , and how long to allow for the fruit cake to bake...
... and I'm overwhelmed with sadness again, but this time so very definitely for my Dad, who I miss every day of my life and who could always help me to get things into perspective again.
We lost him eight years ago. Had he lived, he would have been 96 this week.
What I would give to be able to talk to him once more.
I've got to stop these tears... what is the matter with me?

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