My Father was tucked up in bed at his house doing god knows what!
I made the father of my children, better known as ‘he who earns most of the money’ these days, a nespresso in bed while he read his homemade cards. When he managed to emerge from his cosy spot with the newspaper and empty coffee cup, off to the French Markets in Parnell we went.
I need to say at this point, he was meant to be going fishing with a mate, taking the two oldest baby birds with him. Unfortunately the wind decided against this and the trip was cancelled giving us more time to meander around.
A guy was giving our free hugs, so Si and I both brought it in…only on fathers day…
Our next stop was Mike’s Carvery for our all time favourite French Market breaky, Roast Pork rolls on Ciabatta…even enough to fill ‘his’ tummy up!
Check out the crackling on top!
Once we’d finished stuffing our faces (the kids had croissants filled with melted cheese), we enjoyed wandering around the little markets checking out the beautiful displays of olives, homemade spreads, fruit, breads etc…
A trip to the playground was called for afterwards to burn off our breakfast, chasing around after the baby birds….
I hope he had a good day, I like to think it was a good consolation for missing out on his fishing trip. Sa x