This is a short post because there's beer on the line, guys.
I just wanted to put it out there how much I love my Dad. Though he likes to make jokes about me eating Quorn (or as he calls it 'plastic food') he incorporates it into meals anyway or takes my dietary requirements into consideration.
But also if I leave the room or go away somewhere he sometimes gets a little lonely and might look for a way of getting me to come back downstairs. This was made evident by him entering the room and saying "there's beer downstairs, you coming?"
Yes.
Yes I am.
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