Father's Day

To me Father's day is more of an inconvenience than a day in which to celebrate the love I have for my Dad. It was his birthday only a few weeks ago and Gary is a very difficult man to buy things for. Mainly because he buys anything he wants for himself.


But also he doesn't really have any interests. All he ever does is watch his sky plus and take far too long typing web adresses in his google search bar on his macbook air. He likes football but thinks people who wear football shirts are 'nobheads.' (actual quote) He has things he likes but they verge more on obsessions than actual interests. The average lifespan of a Gary Gillett obsession is about 4 to 6 weeks.


Currently he's into tea, but rather than trying a new type of Twinnings every week, he bought himself a lifetime supply of loose tea leaves and a tea infuser. No point buying more tea leaves. He won't get round to using them.  No point getting a tea pot. He doesn't really like making other people cups of tea.


Saturday afternoon, I had a wander around John Lewis. I Had a quick look at the recommended Father's day gifts. There were things like chocolate lollies with 'Dad' written on them, Homer Simpson socks and various items, such as money boxes and notebooks, with union flags printed on the front of them. I doubt that anyone actually buys recommended father's day gifts. If they do, then they shouldn't. There's about as much love involved in giving a recommended father's day present as there is in writing the script for a Halifax advert. 


I know that whatever I give him, he'll pause his sky plus to open it, say thanks, with a little less conviction than the year before and then go straight back to his episode of Dexter,that he will have recorded over a  year ago but will have only now gotten around to watching it. And that will have been father's day.


Unless I bought him one of those recommended presents. In that case he'd just look at me for a couple of seconds, he'd be thinking... 'why did he even bother?' i'd be thinking... 'should have bought him some new tea leaves.'  He'd miss out the thank you and return to his sky plus without saying a word. I'd go upstairs to my room... and write a blog about it. Probably.