Thanks Karen. My father's day was... crap. firstly on Saturday we found out that Missy's brother was on a life support machine in Greece, and we'd been told to prepare for the worst. I explained to Missy that ther is no way that a Greek hospital could arrange for Robbie Williams to come and "sing" in our lounge and, sure enough, they didn't.

Then yesterday I was preparing to watch the Moto GP in peace - I figured that it was father's day and, as such, I could do what I wanted - when my daughter started complaining of an earache fifteen minutes before it started. So I ended up taking her to the walk-in centre.

But, on the up side, i did get nine bottles of ber from my kids.