Humour
What Is It With Fathers?
How Do They Always Know?
After surviving adventures and exploits that would put Angelina Jolie in the shade, fighting huge spiders and rescuing the oppressed, I was about to surrender to the passionate desires of George Clooney.
He was tenderly putting his arm under my head, as he lay down beside me, whispering "oh, I have missed you"
and I replied, "I have missed you, too"
A bullfrog tone calls "Are you awake?"
"No!"
"Are you awake? It's nine o'clock"
The delectable Clooney fades from my languorous dreamy state; I open my eyes, sit up and wonder
How In The Heck Do Fathers Always Know?
I still have a quirky sense of gratitude for the hot cup of tea he made for me. He did it every morning.
Yes, my lovely Dad had just brought a cup of tea over to my Mum’s house. Next door!
She was already up and I would soon getting ready to come home.
He said he thought I might have gone back to sleep.
He was such a sweetie.
But, I still find myself wishing he had slept in that morning, as he often did.
Just a few minutes more……..
It’s been over ten years since the delectable Clooney was in my dreams.
I suspect the sudden appearance of a Father can frighten even he.
