On this Love Thursday it's all directed towards my father, who, as I mentioned yesterday, has made an almost complete recovery from his surgery six weeks ago. I love this photo of him, although I find it almost impossible to comprehend that it's actually him standing there. And isn't it amazing to think that the photograph is nearly 80 years old?
Waiting for me when I returned from Istanbul on Tuesday evening, was a little note from him, along with a limerick he'd composed. For as long as I can remember he's been writing limericks, but they have naturally always been in Swedish, so that he's decided to start writing in English at the ripe old age of 80 just blows me away.
Here it is, in his own words:
There was a well-known politician in Great Britain named Blair,
who had a nice-looking face and [a] beautiful hair,
but, Mr Blair, that isn't enough,
a modern leader has to be tough,
and of course, above all, against everyone fair
He signs off with the following: By the way I am 80 years old and have never seen an English 5 pound note. How about that? Is that a hint that he'd like to see it published I wonder?