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June 01, 2004

Paternal Pride

Yesterday afternoon, I did a thing that is deeply and profoundly 'dad'. Not 'dad' as in 'being a father and caring for a child', but as in 'being like you remember your dad being'.

For the first time in my life, I went down to the bottom of the garden, and burnt loads of stuff. For two hours. I came back into the house smelling of smoke and had a big cup of workman tea.

My pillow still smelt of the smoke this morning. It felt, well, comfy.

Posted by Tom Dolan at June 1, 2004 05:49 PM

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It must be said that 36 hours later I still feel like I've smoked 2 packets of Capstan Full Strength, and I'm now feeling haunted by all those reports about bonfires being more full of carcinogens and dioxins than almost anything else in the world ever...

Posted by: Tom Dolan at June 2, 2004 08:07 AM

When I tried burning stuff at the bottom of the garden the bloke who lives behind the fence got all irate and shouted nasty things at me. You woz lucky!

Posted by: Peter Leggett at September 16, 2004 09:04 PM

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