ADad

I’m sure my Dad has ADHD: diagnosable, without doubt. Amazed too, that my Mum hasn’t killed him yet, these past 38 years. But he can’t sit still, unless he’s completely asleep (or had a few drinks). He fiddles and messes and interferes. To see him as a passenger in the car is to witness a man and his repose poles apart.

Christmas with the parents. Season’s greetings, everyone!

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