Mandatory Editorial Disclosure

In the 363 words that follow this disclaimer, there are exactly:

210 words of insincerity for comic effect.

22 words of heartfelt sincerity.

131 words of “something else.”

End of disclaimer.

First things first. It’s Father’s Day today and I have entirely forgotten to send a card. So, if you’re reading this, Dad: Happy Father’s Day!

Frankly, if you’re not reading it, then it’s not my fault you didn’t get the message. If anyone on this planet should be reading these pages avidly, it’s you. You’re my father. If you don’t support my digital endeavors, however misguided they may be, then who will?

But I’m sure that’s not an issue. Mum will make you read it.

Unless she isn’t reading this blog either. Which is distinctly possible.

I can’t even remember if you’re currently in the same country as me at the moment, or if you’re still in rural France with zero internet access. I know you were in rural France last weekend. Did you come back? Am I a bad son for not knowing, or should you have actively kept me updated on your itinerary?

Well, enough members of my family do read this occasionally for me to be fairly confident that you’ll get the message sooner or later.

What was the message again? Oh yeah. Happy Father’s Day!

Although, to be fair, it’s clearly just a made-up “holiday.” It’s not even a holiday at all. We always get Sunday off anyway. Except for people who work on Sundays, obviously, but they’ll still have to work today regardless.

Nonetheless, the important thing is that I love you, Dad, and I hope you’re having a nice day regardless of what the calendar says.

As well as it being Father’s Day, today is also a day of monumental personal triumph for me. Today marks my 30th blog post in 30 consecutive days.

To be entirely transparent, this is actually the 39th post in the 43 days since I first launched this site, but the last 30 posts have been written in a strict time frame of 30 days, and apparently, that is a “thing” in the wider world of blogging.

Yay me!

It hasn’t all been gold. But it’s quantity rather than quality that matters, right?

Or have I got that completely the wrong way round? I have, haven’t I?

It wouldn’t be the first time I misread a common idiom. Who can forget that art project I did? The one where I attempted to make a picture out of a thousand words…