Fathers Day. I'm usually not very good at it. This year, however:
The child's father got his (expensive, with flashing lights and sound effects) card in the mail by Friday (and a phone call this morning) and loved it.
The child's stepfather (BB) got his present (Little Britain boxer shorts and talking pen) and home-made card and loved it.
My father got his present (hand-made book, bought book) and home-made card (by grandson) and loved it.
Cooked a roast pork meal for BB and my parents and all went well. Food delicious and all very jolly.
Phew. It's never this easy, and I feel suspicious.