Memories of my dad would be us going to the pub for a 12pm open.  Coming back about 2 a bit worse for wear.  After dinner he would start up the card school ...of course Mark and I always cheated but he had drank a few guinesses by then so he was none the wiser.  Dad sitting cracking walnuts with his hands refusing to use a nutcracker as he was too hard for that!...even when they were those ones that wouldnt even crack with the nutcracker!  Dad then demolishing the figs, dates and chocolates....

Such a big void to fill............Merry xmas dad x