Dads' Day.

Ah, Fathers' Day... a day where people rush around the shops frantically all morning, having only just woken up and realised it's Fathers' Day.

But not for me. At 11:00 this morning, I was in the shoe cupboard at Dorothy Perkins, putting security tags in pairs of knickers and frantically trying to remember what on earth Mujikawa did in 2003. Yes, that's right - exam time again. And as of tomorrow, I will no longer be studying Psychology... praise the lord!!

As you can probably tell, Fathers' Day has never really been that big of a deal in our family. I mean, a few years ago I was at Milton Keynes seeing Green Day on Fathers' Day. My Mum always takes my Grandad out for a meal, my sister and I always run around the shops in a mad panic the day before, my Dad always likes his shirt and tie we get him (it's traditional, alright?!)

But this year, Claire and I decided to do something different. My Dad's always been pretty into gardening, but recently he's gone plant crazy. Seriously, every time I look out my window he's either mowing the lawn or pulling something from the ground. Claire was at a party yesterday (spa day and meal at Francescos for Claire, Psychopathology revision for me. Go figure) so it was my duty to go and choose the present - a plant and pot from the Homebase garden centre.

After examining many unappealing topiaries out the front, my Mum and I decided to wander the aisles of flowers and bushes outside the shop, pondering over the possibly five plants which weren't dead or inhabited by rabid insects. We settled for an odd looking pepper plant (which I hastily named "Peter") and a large blue pot (only way I can describe it, seeing as it's... well... large and blue.) My Dad is anti-shop bought cards, so we also went to the liberty of making one once Claire got in. A PVA blob here, a sprinkle of glitter there, and we were done.

My Dad is so, so enthralled by Peter, that I got home about 40 minutes ago, and I can still hear him downstairs saying to his girlfriend, "Wow, can you believe it? I can actually grow my own peppers! In my garden!" Well, you know what they say - simple things please simple minds.