doner kebabs and bridal shops

A night out with my daughter in her new suburb.

seven bridal shops between her flat and the cafe - her boyfriend should be worried

tried the local bars

At last, a quiet bar open to the street on a balmy night.




When she was a teenager I upset my daughter. She told me that she thought we were friends. I said that I wasn't her friend - I was her father.
Now we really are friends. I respect her choices like a true friend. She likes our relationship.

She says that, anyway, she had enough friends when she was young.

She is glad now that she had a father as well.