I've been treated like an Emperor all day - I think it's very good. Breakfast in bed, lie in, excused all domestic duties, been able to watch grand prix and footy on the main telly with no moaning and then scoffed a steak meal washed down with a lot of champers. It's all very agreeable irrespective of whether it's a load of commercial nonsense. I look forward to it again next year.
I suppose I should experience pangs of guilt at the contradiction of being treated like a god for a day whilst simultaneously being a seedy sneaky git who occasionally skulks off to see an escort. Doesn't phase me at all though - I can compartmentalise things and wear both hats you see....Dad of the year AND punter.
