My dad worked a lot when I was a kid.
He left early and came home late in the afternoons.
Sometimes he worked on the weekend as well.
As a result, we did a lot around the house, chopped wood, ran to the shop when asked, helped mum.
Fathers Day being on a Sunday there was always morning mass.
Dad would be up helping to get us ready and off we’d go.
I remember one Father’s Day I asked him what he wanted and he replied he’d like a bit of peace and quiet.
Being very young at the time I thought about this and knowing that my father worked hard but also had a sense of humour, come Father’s Day I presented him with a card with this inscription:
A BIT OF:
Thankfully he did see the joke. I made mention that the next year I’d give him the missing bits and so he’d get some again the next year. Once a year seemed to please him.