General News
8 September, 2025
Sweet temptations, fond memories mark Father’s Day
So, who else bought the Darrell Lea Dad’s Bag for a special Dad in their life and carefully hid it in the top cupboard ready for the big day?
Who else desperately needed chocolate at the end of a long day during their working week and secretly raided the goodie bag for a block of rocky road and a whole bag of milk chocolate bullets?
Who else awoke from their sugar overdose, disheveled and curled in a ball on the couch, then jumped up, grabbed the car keys and rushed down the street to re-shop for the stolen items… also purchasing a few more delights to dispel the guilt?
Who else carefully snuck into the top cupboard to repack the gift bag in a way that made it impossible to tell that it had been tampered with?
Who else was still feeling quite guilty when presenting the glorious gift on Sunday morning to the above-mentioned Dad?
No one else? Just me then? What is wrong with me?! It's okay, my husband suspects nothing and has placed his Dad’s Bag in perfect snacking position, near his favourite recliner in the lounge room.
Plus, I also took the time, and the six eggs, to bake him his favourite fruit cake too.
It’s Kym’s mum’s recipe, a Rich Sultana Cake, but I use a quarter of a cup of Scotch Whiskey rather than sherry and double the glace cherries.
So, I’m pretty sure I’m still in the good books.
My husband is definitely a top-ranking Dad at the moment, as he is changing over the engine in one of our daughter’s cars.
It’s a big job, and definitely not his favourite, but he has the skills, and that’s just what Dad’s do – lots of dirty work, lots of heavy work and lots of hard work.
He’s still got a sore shoulder from cutting another trailer load of wood for the open fire.
No Dad is perfect – apart from our heavenly Father – but every Dad plays a huge role in their child’s life.
My Dad loved me unconditionally, celebrated all my wins and carefully pondered the losses with me.
He was always on my side and seemed eager to build, paint or mend anything he could to help us out.
It’s been nineteen years since we siblings held Dad as he died.
He was only 67 years old when we lost him, which seems younger to me every day.
My dad was so keen to be a grandfather – and he did get to enjoy grandchildren for five years - but he missed ever getting to meet four of the finest humans every born, that are his grandchildren, as they arrived after his departure.
I’m sure Father’s Day this year was tinged with sadness for many people who were missing their Fathers, and sadness also for many Fathers who were missing their children.
I was just too darn preoccupied with replacing the missing chocolate in the Dad’s Bag to get caught up in grieving this year!