The Father’s Day conundrum. Hopefully solved.
Always tricky. I’m sorry if this one is not for you. Please scroll on past.
It’s really hard to buy for men. Especially ones that poo poo Father’s Day. Last year I sent my father a manly cheese and wine Fortnum’s hamper. Fail safe. I can’t remember what we did for Mole, I cooked him a steak I think. The children definitely made cards.
This year I scratched my head a bit. I wanted to do something that was a bit more meaningful than just a yummy supper. I thought about what he loves. Aside from leaving wet towels on the bedroom floor - incidentally, ever since I wrote that Substack bemoaning about the towels - he has been hanging them up!! The miracle of a hormonal, angry, eloquent wife. Lol.
So, the first hurdle. What does he like?
Mole loves food. He loves being outside. He loves his family (most of the time!🤞🏻)
Conclusion.
I am going to get him an Ooni - this is a wild pizza oven, essentially. It looks amazing! He has been banging on about it for a while and I hadn’t really tuned in until this week.
Some Stanley paraphernalia to accompany.
And a big order from the brilliant, high welfare mostly organic farm shop Edenmoor.
Sorted.
Everyone wins! But shhhhhh, don’t tell him!
He might get the special hamper too. He’s a VERY good Daddy.
Xxx
