So my dad came to stay with me, in London for the first time ever the other weekend. I must admit I was a little bit nervous about him coming to stay. I don't think living in a warehouse with four another people and three crazy cats was what my father had invisioned his daughter at 31. He jokes sometimes that I should come back to Warrington and marry a man with a proper job, like a plumber. So that would be the house; the mortgage; the 2.4 children; the security! That would never make me happy though, and he's knows that. He's always known he has never had a conventional daughter. I should never have worried though, after the initial wide eyes after he walked through the door of Unit 24, I think he became very fond of "The commune" as he called it. You see, I forget that my dad is more liberal and cultural than I give him credit. It was him that introduced me to art, that took me round galleries and open air plays as a child, who played everything from Led Zeppelin to Mozart. All of these things have had a huge influence on me and shaped me as a person. As we have the same interests then, the weekend was filled with them. Galleries, museums, history and walking. Lots of walking! It felt like we walked the whole of London, but it gave us a great opportunity to try out our new found love: Photography. My father is quite competitive, so he insisted on a competition on who could take the best photo. Here is the best of them from a great weekend. I think I won the competition by the way.
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