(no subject)

One thing I love about my dad is that he seems to appreciate the smallest gesture. We were listening to the radio at breakfast this morning when they started reading out dedications for father's day. I e-mailed in a slightly schmaltzy one that's somehow okay for a radio presenter to mention but which I couldn't write on a card. He's been happy all morning. D'aww.

Okay, so here's how I'd compartmentalise this day -

Great things:

- It's a gloriously sunny Sunday
- I've almost finished packing
- Greek-style roast potatoes are in the oven and making the kitchen smell wonderful
- Dad being happy

So-so things:
- Nearly charged my camera, but I still hate it

Terrible things: 
- I need to clean my flat. Badly.
- True to form, as ever, I have a suddenlastminute cold before a long-haul flight tomorrow morning. Oh, yay.