I Miss you Dad

I miss my Dad, I miss the laughter, the stories he told us about his childhood, I miss the sarcasm, the wit and the wicked sense of humour, I miss the fun we had making things in his shed, the smell of the newly sawn wood, the glue pot on the stove, the smell of polish.  I miss the cups of 'splosh' the cockney slang, the music.  I miss you Dad XX