Living with Harry...Through a daughters eyes. (on hold)

Chapter 1

Well how about an introduction to the main character of this story... my Dad (AKA Shrek, Homer Simpson, Peter Griffon, Fred Flintstone). 



For the purpose of disclosure and privacy let’s call him Harry when I don’t refer to him as Dad or Daddy or Father etc you get the picture. You see the name Harry to me makes me think of the stereotypical little boy, you know the kind that pulls the little girls pig tales or puts spiders in some ones desk or glue on the teachers chair and sits in mud and doesn’t get why he has to have a bath when he can clearly remember having one the week before.



So anyway like I was saying this name just happens to remind me of my Dad, not because he does all that stuff or did but because my Dad is what I imagine that little boy to be like when he grows up, hopefully this story will help you understand why Harry is the perfect name for my Dad.

Did you ever hear that saying that “behind every good man is an even better woman”? well in my Dads case this is true.

He hit the jackpot when he met and married my Mum (not that my Dad is a bad person or anything, believe me when I say I’m a huge Daddies girl) but my Mum’s clever, beautiful, musically gifted and a great homemaker and cook etc it should make no surprise then that my Mum undertook the task of house training my Dad.

When I say house training I mean things like tidying up after himself, this came in very handy for my Dad in later years when my brother and I were older, you see it was because of this training that Harry was able to direct my brother and I from his comfy arm chair as to where things went whenever Mum asked him to tidy up amongst other things he did which we might get to later but first a bit more about my Dad.

Ok so my Dad is referred to so many characters because firstly he has Peter Griffins hair colour and hair cut, secondly he more or less has the attitude of Fred Flintstone and Shrek. You know when Shrek said that he was made from  layers?... well he wasn’t kidding  my Dad is the living proof ogres do exists (not in the scary way but more like the: I have the appearance that my eyeball could beat you up while my teeth chew on your leg when really I’m a good guy who might make a mistake, or not always get things right  but I always try to do what’s right anyway... yea?...well that way).

Ok thirdly some of the things my Dad comes out with... seriously you’d swear he was the inspiration to Homer Simpson and fourthly just like Peter Griffin he always and I mean ALWAYS has to comment,  like for instance if you were to go to the cinema my Dad would be the one everyone looks at and tells to shush.

So time for a bit more back ground; my Nan and Granddad met when they were young.

 My Grandmother was a travelling Gypsy and my Granddad was a con artist (you may think I’m exaggerating but really I’ve milked it as in playing it down a notch... or five... or six) but this story’s about my Dad ... so like I was saying my Dad is half Gypsy and half con artist and it shows.

 A Gypsy when they want something is very straight forward and though my Dad’s only half Gypsy he is no exception to that rule.  A con artist knows what they want and will always have a... plan A, a plan B, plan C and it’s pretty much like that till they’ve run out of the alphabet in which case they start with the numbers, this is also true of my Dad (not that he cons people but my Dad always makes sure he’s five steps ahead and has at least three back up plans).

Ok so I feel like we all know why Harry is referred to or compared to all of those characters so with that we’ll move on.

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Ok so I know this chapter was short I will probably do a few chapters that will be short but some that will just be long based on what inspures me. So please comment and tel me what you think of Harry. xx Thanks :D