Lucy Mangan: quiet days with dad

Posted by: Newswalle

Father's Day is once again approaching. And once again, I decide to do bytrying toprepare knowmy father to achieve.


"Are you talking to me?"


"What is?"

"It's okay. I just wanted to chat."

"What is?"

"Nothing. Chats Have Many people".


"I more and more convinced by the minute. Look, Dad …"

"Are you still talking to me?"

"Yes Look, Dad, this could be something strange sounda, but … you tell me about yourself."

"I'll tell you about me, and why?"

"Call it the natural curiosity of the people."

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, I do not know."

"So how do you expect me to totell?"

"Let's begin with some facts. Where were you born?"


"In my house? On a hospital? Downt'pit?"

"I do not not know. Downt'pit. Atextile city of Preston. Richard Arkwright, inventor of the spinning machine, was born there."

"Fascinating, but …"

"It's not Jenny. Jenny. Lot of people wrong."

"I'm sure, but …"

"What's going on? Wanted Facts thinking?"

"Facts about you."


"What do you mean, why? So I know things about you, as I know things about my mother and Em and my friends. Way … so you are aperson, not just 'Dad'."

"But I am your father."

"Yes, I know, but that means that all you know is that you spend Saturday morning doing images of butterflies with us in the kitchen, and if you breakfast, which can be used toask if we wanted ourtoast in made cut squares or triangles. thecrusts And always cut off. "

"We used to go to theold cemetery, too."

"Oh, yes! Counting the dog knows Poos on the road. Did you use us our names on the grave stones and find out how old were all, as they died. And imagine what have died from, depending on the timing . "

"And we used to go to theGreenwich intheafternoons boat book."

"And I would create a new Enid Blyton and Emily have always wanted a book from Usborne. How to learn things without really reading it, the favorite was have, I remember."

"Then I came back home andgo off on a Magical Mystery Tour manganese to go with her, then again intimate for tea."

"So we have. Happy Days".

"I'm going to stop talking. It'smaking I feel weak."

So, this is my father. A man of few words, who was born in Preston moved to London, an unknown number of years later, married and had two children. He taught them to read and do basic arithmetic and taught history in asense avariety of oddbut effective ways. It was a moment that I had to make with the things they like most. And if you indulgent stylish breakfast silence instead of talking rather well, there are times when a full plate of toast triangles bark you can get everything you need to know about a man say, I think. Happy Father's Day.