Swerv is my Dad. Unbelievably, he just turned 70, but he's definitely not old. Seventy used to seem very old to me, but it mustn't be...I mean, not if my own father is 70. Maybe it's 'young-old'.
We had a wonderful celebration here on the weekend with most of his siblings and close friends. He bought a collection of items that represent his passions and hobbies and they became the centrepiece on the table. They included a large, home-made watering can he insisted on bringing back from Malawi, twine for mending fishing nets, a plum-line he made at school and many stamps. My favourite objects were the the random, often scrappy, objects he's found at tips and verge collections which he reassures Mum "might be useful one day".
And, of course, there were funny stories (like accidentally taking us to see "Prom Night" when we were little) and wonderful tributes from family and friends. Special thanks must go to my big brother who made a brilliant speech with 20 minutes notice. He spoke of Dad's quirky ways and embarrassing habits (like lying down on the floor in dress shops if we took too long!) but honoured him beautifully.
Now, to convince my mother that she also needs a party when she reaches her next milestone. She tells me she doesn't want all that fuss and attention. But I will continue to remind her, "It's not all about you, you know!"
