It’s Father’s Day today. Here to the best dad in the world, my quirky, funny, weird Norwegian dad.

One of my favourite memories from when I was a kid is finding my dad swearing at different inanimate objects that had somehow ‘offended’ him when he thought no one was around. Made me realise you don’t have to grow up, at least not all the way, you can keep being a kid at heart.

My dad certainly is. It’s from him I’ve got my love of silly knick knack around the house, singing stupid little tunes to myself, bad dad jokes, making stupid faces to kids and animals and always caring that little bit extra of to make someone happy with the perfect gift.

Not bad things to get from your parent.

I’ll get to see him and mum in 3 days. And finally show them our flat. With lovely new flowers from bloom and wild.

Look at these beauties.

I salvaged some flowers from the last bouquet fitting perfectly in the vase from my dad. See, I love it and use it all the time.

however, W was not impressed with my nonsense singing last night and started whining when I was singing my super hound tube to him.

You’ve got no appreciation for the arts my lil doggo.