Is it just the years panning out or did some very clever bloke decide to sneak Father’s Day in just before the World Cup? So I’m bracing myself for a month or so of ‘scheduled’ TV viewing where I’ll be way down the pecking order for the remote control behind Sponge Bob Square Pants, In the Night Garden and Hannah Montana.
Father's Day is quite simple: black socks, new pants, silly card and bacon butties in bed but coupled with a month of England flag-waving and shouting at referees on telly lends itself to several mums’ nights out with large glasses of wine. Despite the fact that my husband is Irish and sadly, they didn’t go the distance, my June will be pinpointed to various ‘key’ games. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good game of football but it’s what it comes with that I find exhausting. Game analysis, home commentary, match-fixing, amateur betting stakes and mood swings. Hmm sounds just like being a mum!
My theory – if you can’t beat them, join them. June is set to host various family ‘World Cup’ parties with red and white themes. Strawberries and ice cream, red and white wine, jam tarts and sandwiches and hot dogs. No doubt the TV will be turned in towards the garden, the kids will play random goal scoring against the shrubs and my other mummy friends will bond on a picnic rug in the sun (hopefully!)
As for Father’s Day, this year we are lucky as the shops are full of football gifts for daddy and if he’s not a 4-4-2 formation kind of guy, then there are some fabulous internet gifts sites out there or the usual trip to Thorntons or M&S.
www.GettingPersonal.co.uk
www.Truprint.co.uk
www.PresentAid.org
