They never really grow up

I’m only going to throw up onto this WordPress site a short blog post today.  Why so brief?  Well…I’ve been feeling rough all day and today was particularly hard at work.  It’s not always the easiest thing to do to reinstall bespoke software and databases on new servers after you wake up with a banging migraine.

No more moaning from me about my ailments.  I have things to be thankful for this week.

After sixteen years of marriage to her mother, Yasmin announced on Christmas Day to Gloria and I that she would no longer be calling me Harry.  Instead she will call me Dad.

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Yasmin and I – you might want to open this photo in another browser window on a smartphone if this falls off the side of the page!

Yesterday, she met me at work as she wanted me to help her renew her car insurance.  I was introducing Yasmin to the Technical Director as Gloria’s daughter – he got on with Gloria well when she was also working at the same place as me – and I realised that I wasn’t sure how to introduce her from now on.

After she left for her flat I exchanged a WhatsApp message with Yasmin (I wish she’d use Telegram) and checked with her how she wants me to refer to her in the future.  She wants me to introduce her as my daughter.

So there you have it.  Yasmin is my little one.  Yes, she’s less than a month from her 24th birthday, but she is my little one.

I would love to have a second little one, but that’s another story.

 

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