It’s nice when a photograph receives an unexpectedly positive response, isn’t it? Although I quite like the madcap humour of the picture below, I was going to delete it. Until, that is, I saw Mrs Adams’ response.
When my brother was 16, he came to stay with me in London for a few days during the holidays. I’d got him a holiday job on the newspaper I worked at and when not both working, we had a great time.
“Hey John, I’m producing a coffee table book about dads and fatherhood. Perhaps you’d like to be in it? If so, fill in this form and send me some photographs.”
I always find Father’s Day is one of those annual events that concentrates the mind. It just makes you think a bit more about family, the father figures in your life and what they’ve done for you.
There I was, sat in the car with my two children, both of whom were in a demanding mood. The sun was out, it was hot, we were running late for Helen’s gymnastics class and we’d hit every red light on the way. It was creating stress I really didn’t need. Having cleared the last
