A slap-up breakfast in bed and a card from my Jess.
A hug and a promise of a meal and card in the July hols from TomTom. Conditions: He shops, chooses, cooks and serves. I must only chauffeur and pay. Woolworths, not Spar or PnP. Sure, Tom.
Dad’s Day
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