Vindobona.

[boywhocried]

Father's Day was nearly two days past here in the UK. I spent it as any dutiful son should; eating Sunday roast complete with overcooked Yorkshire pudding. We had store-bought trifle, though, so all was not lost. My mother regaled me with stories of my infancy and my father's general ineptitude with infants. He watched the telly while I went

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[emily_mortimer]

Sounds like you had a lovely Fathers Day. I rang my dad up Sunday afternoon from New York, and I was still a bit tipsy from the night before.

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