My Dad doesn't really believe in Father's Day. In addition to that, I doubt very much that he knows how to find my blog. But I'm going to write him a little post anyway.
While in terms of personality, I am very similar to my Mum, when it comes to looks I am very much my father's daughter. We are both short and round and curly. Exacerbating the tendency towards the round is our shared love of good food, (lots of) good drink and a slight obsession with cheese. Whenever I am sad, I always find myself craving cheese on toast or cheese sandwiches or pasta bake and I suspect that this is because, deep in my subconscious, cheese means Daddy and home.
I admire my Dad tremendously. He has a work ethic and a tenaciousness that I wish I had inherited along with the cheese thing. He went to a top university, despite the fact that he did not come from a family of academics, and achieved great success both there and later in his chosen career, all through dint of incredible hard work. He can be stubborn, ridiculously so, but he knows how to channel his stubbornness to achieve results.
He has a love of adventure, of new experiences, and has the endless curiosity of the academic. He is loyal and steadfast and, undoubtedly, adores his family.
And if he were here right now he would probably tell me to stop procrastinating and to get on with some work (remember, I didn't inherit the work ethic). So I will, but happy Father's Day to him and to all the fathers out there, quiet fixed points in a moving world.