This is a quick reminder for all the mums, daughters, sons and family members who've maybe been too busy to notice that tomorrow is Father's Day! Provided you're not reading this after the shops have shut, you still have time to scoot out, pick up a little present and a card and then pretend tomorrow that you'd been planning their surprise for weeks.
Not that I would ever be guilty of such subterfuge, and reports in past years of a woman who looks like me but a little more wide-eyed and panic-stricken, rushing into the garage at the end of our road at 8 o'clock on Father's Day morning, desperately searching for something other than a car freshener to give as a present, have never been confirmed.
There will definitely be no last minute dashes tomorrow and I'm hoping we have everything set for my husband to have the most wonderful day, as a small show of thanks for all he does.
My husband and I take it in turns to get a lie-in at the weekend.
He gets a few extra moments on a Saturday morning and I get a lovely, lazy start to Sundays.
But, of course, our normal arrangement is out the window tomorrow. Instead, he'll get a double whammy of weekend lie-ins, plus breakfast brought to him on a tray, all prepared and catered by the kids.
When they began making breakfast for him many moons ago, it was hit and miss whether he'd actually be able to keep down what they'd brought up the stairs.
He'd have lukewarm tea, made with water from the hot tap and half a pint of milk, a few slices of toast with random toppings, including one time when there was a sugary, teeth-melting combination of both honey and jam on top as the children couldn't agree on which he preferred.
One year they decided to make him bacon sandwiches and, great daddy that he is, he was going to try his best to eat them when I had to step in and call a halt to proceedings, for fear that he'd end up spending the day in close proximity to the toilet bowl.
The bacon looked as though a good vet could get it back up on its feet and, on investigation, it turned out that the kids had only turned on the oven light, not the heat, but after half an hour decided that must be it ready, even though, "…it's not as burnt as mummy usually makes it".
Luckily for my husband, our crew are much older now and my eldest girl has turned out to be an incredible baker. I'll not say what she has in store for him tomorrow, I don't want to ruin the surprise, but I can say that I've asked her to make double so I can get my share too.
He'll be spoiled rotten, but it's no more than he deserves. Everything he does in life is for his children.
When he's not working, he's reading to the youngest or playing with her on the floor.
He spends hours in the garden with our son, practising football shots or playing basketball.
And for our eldest girl, who has a love of music almost as engrossing as her father's, he has made the ultimate sacrifice and gifted all his most loved band T-shirts.
Recently I watched him wince as she came waltzing into the living room wearing a classic, and no doubt expensive, David Bowie T-shirt that she had cut into a crop top. He didn't utter one word of complaint. At least, to her…
I know how incredible it is to have a dad who puts his children on a pedestal because my own daddy was just the same.
I grew up knowing that he would do anything in the world for my sister and I, and, in later years, for his grandchildren. He passed away four years ago and I miss him more than I can put into words, but I still draw strength from the endless love I knew he had for me.
Knowing that my children get the same love and devotion from their own daddy makes me so happy. So happy in fact, that I won't even complain about losing my lie-in… much.