Fact About My Dad

My dad is a very interesting guy. I could tell you loads about him, to steretype him, he’s one of those guys who always had a crazy wavy beard. Like beards were in fashion and are still a thing, back in the day people had moustaches more than beards, but he always had the beard, and he looks west asian or Jewish, so people always think he’s an artist. He went to art college and made the odd bit of art, but he was much more into cars and walking than art.

But anyway, he always loved weird stuff, he was not into chintz, he liked buying stuff from the second hand section of the paper, go meet some nutter, buy something nutty, I think that was his ‘deal’

Anyway, the other part of the story, my parents always said they would retire to France, back in those days France was a foreign country, my mum was good at French and my dad kind of blagged it, France was cheaper and more romantic, they had so much countryside you could buy empty houses for next to nothing, everyone who could afford a house was in the city.

They did move to France, one of the houses that they bought had this anvil, like the thing in cartoons they drop on people, it was for some reason very new looking. My dad loved it, I think anvils are for smiths, but my dad just liked the thing, he loves his ‘objet d’arte’ he always bragged how he got an A at art college for bringing in a carberettor for 3D art because it was so cool, and everyone else had these lame little sculptures while he had this technology made by Italian hands or something.

So anyway, they retired in France, found an anvil and for utterly no reason have been transporting it around England and France for over a decade
My dad also had this amazing big arga stove thing that was in the house and he wanted to carry back to England but it was impossible so he sold it for quite a lot of money.
There you go