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Unless you’ve been living in a cave (which is something I may well end up having to do), you’ll know I live with Dad at the moment. This will be the third long long month but we have settled into some type of routine now, Dad more so than me as he has a better social life than I do. Which, let’s face it, isn’t hard. He goes out on certain evenings with his lady friend, plays darts and a plays a whole lotta golf.

 

#ThugLife

 

There are, however, occasions where we end up sharing the lounge together. Whether that’s Dad having to watch Friends for the eleventy billionth time, or me sitting through yet another horse race, we are both trying very hard to accommodate the other. This isn’t an ideal situation but we are making the best of it, and as much as I moan, I am really grateful he has let us live with him.

 

I may have occasionally enjoyed sharing a glass (or four) of wine with Dad, which is when I see him really relax, and it reminds me of what he was like when I was younger. He is the kind of person that doesn’t realise just how funny he is and this always shines through when he’s had a glass of wine! Bit like me I guess. So quite often, come 5pm, he will open a bottle of wine and we’ll watch The Chase or Tipping Point together. I definitely get my competitiveness from him and so we are always trying to beat each other to the answer. (I sure know how to live.)

 

When Lindeman’s got in touch with me recently to see if I would like to try out their wine, it felt like winning the actual lottery. Of course, the answer was always going to be yes, but I was really happy that I could actually share the experience with Dad. Because you see, I’ve been blogging for five years now and I still don’t think he quite understands the whole concept of blogging and exactly what it entails, but when I am gifted something tangible, like a case of wine, it suddenly all makes sense!

 

lindemans

 

Due to Dad’s busy schedule, we were only able to meet up for a drink on Friday night, but what better way to end the week. I don’t really care what I drink wine out of, the class act that I am, but Dad had a quick rummage around in the dresser and handed me a glass.

 

champagne glass

 

I didn’t realise it at the time, but when I looked at the glass I saw that it was a present to Mum and Dad for their 40th anniversary. My brother and I threw a party for that anniversary, one of their last together, which we held in a marquee in my back garden.  I still remember Mum’s face as she walked round the corner and saw all of her friends and family there. Good times!

 

We’ve started with the Pinot Grigio, which was delicious, and Dad has taken a bottle with him to the caravan he goes to at the weekend with his lady friend. If I’m honest, I don’t see the bottles lasting long, but wine is always better when it’s shared, so I’ll wait until Dad comes back before I crack open the rest!

 

I have high hopes that the boys and I will find our own home soon – I am the ultimate optimist – but until then, I’ll enjoy spending time with Dad whilst I can.

kate sutton

 

* This post, is brought to you in collaboration with Lindeman’s Wine.

 

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