One daughter posted me a card which arrived in time. She will probably phone me this evening.
Another daughter came to visit yesterday but had forgot the card which she will post tomorrow.
Other daughter was going to call to give me a present and my card but she cancelled the visit after yet another row with her separated husband. He brought the card and present.
Seems like a typical father's day... all my expectations realised.
I love my daughters. Their behaviour is predictable.
I just wish I could stop worrying about them. I doubt that I can. My father, at 96 was still worrying about his sons, his grandchildren and his great-grandchildren.