It’s Father’s Day today in the UK and it’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I think my Dad is pretty damn amazing.

In our family we do things a little differently when it comes to commercial holidays. Whenever they roll around the rule is that all cards and gifts have to be hand-made (because it’s the thought that counts!)

It’s fair to say that, over the years, the ‘no shop bought gifts’ rule is something which has backfired on my parents once or twice… There was the time my sister made my mum a pair of “binoculars” by cellotaping two cardboard loo-roll tubes together, the year I got made redundant and each parent just got a hug, and let’s not forget the Mother’s Day when I broke my arm (long story) and we ended up in A&E for the rest of the day. But now that I’m older and wiser I’ve learned to stick to what I’m good at. So this morning I have been baking up some goodies for my Dad – who loves nothing more than homemade cakes (usually of the fruit variety).