This is my thumb, it does not go straight which has always brought Dad and I much mirth!
Dad has told me for years that he adopted me fresh off the boat from Vietnam, brought me home from Birkenhead Docks where my boat was tied up and raised me as his own. If you stop and think about it, you can’t help but consider that as quite a romantic little story. They could even make it into a film, perhaps? I have imagined that Dad took one look at me and that my little orphan self, melted his heart. What he hadn’t told me, until last week, was that I was actually the last one left on the boat waiting to be adopted and, as such, there was nobody else he could have chosen. I was basically the runt of the litter.