Dads Are Most Ordinary Men Turned By

Horses Lend Us The Wings We Lack.

Bears Need People. People Need Bears.

A Bag Of Apples, A Pot Of Homemade Jam, A Scribbled Note, A Bunch Of Golden Flowers, A Coloured Pebble, A Box Of Seedlings, An Empty Scent Bottle For The Children. . . . Who Needs Diamonds And Van-delivered Bouquets?

The Child Who Ran Weeping To You With A Cut Finger Is Now Brought Home, Smiling Gamely, With A Broken Collarbone And Incredible Contusions- 'it Wasn't Jezebels Fault, Dad.'

You Are Asleep. Deep, Deep Asleep - And Then The World Caves In. The Cat Has Leapt From The Top Window Onto Your Stomach. He Is Saturated. He Is Hungry. He Taps You Into Full Wakefulness With A Sodden Paw "could You Open A Can?"