I made dinner tonight and it was a success! I made peri peri chicken, with paprika wedges and my famous salad. It was truly divine. Later we're going to have the tiramisu, which I made drunk. I just remembered I put a banana in there for some weird reasons. For gawd's sake!
All my efforts were of course for my father. He enjoyed the meal, so it was a success; he said it was one of his favourites and he rarely compliments dishes. Seriously, my father never willingly compliments things so I will forever treasure those words. It's been a pleasant day - I got him a bottle of whiskey, and some moisturiser because men love that shiz as much as women do. Ah, it's been a good day so far; we even watched Bargain Hunt. He's even cheery following England's defeat last night. Awks. More awks because I correctly predicted the score. Double awks.
So Father, I love you. I guess.