Happy Fathers Day! As if?

Evening Strumpets,

My good friend and fellow charmer, Mr Andy Dalton has gone into my Blog spot, and assured me that the glitches that had previously ruined the flow of my, ahem, writing, has been fixed.  So here is a story that should hopefully make you smile on the day we assign the pride of being a Father in the United Kingdom.

I have started jogging again, well I say jogging but it’s more a case of walking and jogging over a 4Km route.  The other night, Friday it was, I was out jogging when I went past a wonderfully coloured card on the pavement outside a local Primary school.  It was addressed to Asif, and contained on the cover a brilliantly designed tie.   I carried on jogging, and then a momentary lapse of being Knackered grabbed me.  How much effort had this kid put into this card, and how much would they be gutted when they realised that they had lost it.  Then I thought, how would the Dad feel?  I went back and picked it up, within it’s gatefold was a detailed letter from a young girl describing just what a brilliant Daddy Asif was.  I loved the details in the drawings, and the way the kid described the joy of having Asif as a Dad, so I picked it up and brought it home.

I posted photos of the card on my Facebook page, and asked if anybody knew how I could get the card to the Father? Overwhelmed?  Is the Grand Canyon a ditch?  I got the name and year group and school of the kid, but alas no address.  I went to bed and posted a reminder.

I woke up this morning and had a person reply to a post stating they knew the family.  Fantastic, I sent the person my personal mobile number, and thought “we can do this.”  They still haven’t replied.  I took my daughter to her football practice on the field, which adjoins the school, and went around every one of the kids playing asking if they knew the kid, and more importantly their address.  Loads knew the kid; none of them knew her address.

I came home, and alongside all of the wonderful compliments on Facebook unfortunately there was no further ideas for the address of Asif.  I realised then that I would have to reconcile myself with the knowledge that Asif would get the card on Monday, as I would take the card into the school that morning on my way into work.

I went off to Asda to buy our wine for the evening and whilst in aisle 22 I received a telephone call from a lad who now lives in Rotherham telling me he had contacted his Mother who still lives in Boro, and had asked her if she could help.  It just so happened that an Asian party was going on next door to her and she, God or Allah Bless her went next door and asked if anyone knew of the family.  It turns out that a lady did, and not only could name all the family members on the cards, but HAD AN ADDRESS AND WOULD BE ABLE TO GET THE CARD THERE TONIGHT!!!!!  Chris passed on this ladies address.

I went round, and there was nobody home.

I went next door and holding a homemade card in my hand rang the doorbell.  It was answered by a lad who initially looked at me like I was a white guy in a pair of shorts, with a dodgy beard, who looked like Jack Black, and had a handmade card in his hand.  But again whichever deity takes your fancy, he allowed me to explain and said that next-door were out at a party and he would wait until they came back and let them know.

I gave him my contact number and asked him to call me when anything had happened.  I then drove home and had Marksy’s Paella, with their boiled potatoes and lots of wine.  We watched The Voice, and joy of joys at nine o clock the lad called me to tell me Asif will be waking up tomorrow with his fathers day card on a tray brought up by his daughter.

This is what we are capable of.

Till the next one, learn something new.

Mark