Our philosophy could best be described as ‘Sorry, Socks Again’.
Don’t get me started on golf-themed gifts. Nothing says 1980s fathering throwback than reminding us of an activity dads would go off and do for hours on the weekend after spending countless hours at work during the week. What were your kids’ names again?
Here at Murphy’s Lodge, Father’s Day is a still low-key and, I’m afraid, low-inspiration affair. Our philosophy could best be described as “Sorry, Socks Again”.
Our poor patriarch is also squarely in the hit zone for an avalanche of lovingly crafted handmade gifts, mercifully made at primary school and childcare.
He has enough cardboard ties for a rotating rack; an array of bedazzled photo frames that make us look like we live at the Mardi Gras; a clone army of comi-