Well, continuing the bittersweet nature of life Chez Stitches, today is Father’s Day here in the UK.
It’s the first one for Mr Stitches and it was made pretty perfect for him by a lovely elderly lady at church this morning who commented on just how like her daddy she looked. I did think he might burst with pride.
And Pa Stitches-in-Law may be fit to burst if he eats all the chocolate cake we left him with.
But it’s my first Father’s Day without Pa Stitches and it’s early days.
I still miss you Pops. I think I always will.