I did have a lovely weekend, but my fathers day started the previous Sunday when my 3 year old walked into my office and handed me a card with a big beaming smile on his face and he says "Happy fathers day" (or i think he said that). Not wanting to crush him, I thanked him and opened the card.
Mrs CD, thinking she had done well, then came in with a gift. After the boy had left the room, I said "um, Father's day is next weekend". She's like: "are you sure?". Um, yes, i'm sure its still the first Sunday in September. She just threw her hands in the air and, left the room yelled "well, i wasn't born in this bloody country!".
I guess its the thought that counts... but i have been giving her stick for the past week about it.