There was a nature documentary on TV the other evening and Heinz was absolutely mesmerised by the lions. He was sitting on the arm of the sofa and kept leaning further and further forward until he nearly fell off.
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This is one of my absolute favourite photos from my childhood. It's me and my dad in front of the Christmas tree, and as you can see from his lovely hairdo (OK, I know he doesn't have much hair), goofy tie and ridiculous suspenders it's sometime in the 70s. I'm wearing my favourite pink dress with starfish.
As I'm writing this my dad is in hospital having surgery for the condition that is the bane of many older men, an enlarged prostate. Not much fun to read about perhaps, but it certainly hasn't been much fun for him for the last six months either.
My dad turned 80 in December and being of that older, stubborn generation he is not the easiest man to talk to, which leaves me feeling quite useless and helpless at times like these. I want to tell him that I'm thinking about him and that I love him, but he's never been very comfortable with receiving those kinds of words. So what I'll probably do instead is send him an extra jumbo-sized Toblerone. He'll know what that means. And in the meantime beam over as many positive vibes and thoughts to him as I possibly can. Maybe you will help me...
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Me back in my hippie, dreadlock days, taking a break on a jetty after a walk across the ice on a beautiful January afternoon.
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He is the one I can laugh with until our jaws ache and tears stream down our faces,
but he is also the kindest and most compassionate person I have ever known, and he is at times very serious and thoughtful.
He is well-read, an intellectual who would never dream of flaunting his knowledge,
he really listens, always wanting to learn more, absorbing new information like a sponge.
He's my partner in crime, the one I can snuggle up with on the sofa and have serious pigging-out sessions...
but he also shares my desire to eat healthy food (his favourite snack is crunchy romaine lettuce with freshly squeezed lemon).
He makes me feel safe, loved, warm and fuzzy... and totally free to be myself,
and he's wonderfully tall, dwarfing my 5'9".
And best of all, he is my man.
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