We cycled down the Wandle, stopping to watch and talk to the boys fishing now that the season has started again, until we arrived at Deen City Farm. At the farm he fed the animals and was particularly charmed by the goats.
Later we sent to see "The Wild" at the Odeon and then had a pizza. When we got back we played catch and football in the garden.
Last thing, he picked up the quarter size guitar I bought him a week or so ago and extemporized a song about what a great Dad I was.
Nothing that wasn't happening anyway else on Fathers' Day, but I wanted to write it down so that I will remember it.