Fifteen Years

Fifteen years today since my father died. The first two pictures were taken by my sister Tricia, the third by me. He is in his working clothes in all of them as he usually was. I wonder what he'd have thought of today's goings-on. Some things I know. He would have despised the current leaders in the UK and the USA. He would have greatly admired the leaders in Scotland and New Zealand. Daddy was a believer in the advancement of women whilst retaining a smidgen of chauvinism when it came to things like laundry and cooking. Women's work.

I'm glad he went first. He'd have found life without Matty very hard.