Me and my dad we both love working on the land (our family owned olive and orange trees) although none of us does this for a living. We both like the feeling of being outside and part of a family tradition.
Apart from me sharing my father's large nose (he's Italian), I have inherited my father's toilet humour (much to my mother's dismay, she can't take us anywhere!).
I would say me and my father share a good sense of humour and a positivity to life because you only get one shot.
My Dad and I both enjoy deciphering where cars have come from by their number plate. . With the old style of car, the letters indicate town or city of origin. For example, Guildford is PE and Bournemouth is RU and EL.
Me and my dad share pigheadedness, we will not move even if we know what we said or did was incorrect. Its never our fault, we can stand there throwing facts around for what seems like hours.
Me and Dad have selective hearing (so we're told)
My dad has a son and a daughter (me).
He is my best friend.
Even though he is terminal ill with cancer he is still fighting fit and we love doing our things together.
We go out on long walks/hiking on the NORTH YORKS. MOORS and whilst out walking we discuss birds that we see. Or we discuss the flowers we see in peoples gardens. He has taught me how to turn my fingers into green fingers lol. I am now a very enthusiastic gardener.
We also read the same authors then we discuss how true to life the story has been and if that scenario were to happen in real life.
My mum says I don't know what you two find to talk about . But we say there isn't enough hours in the day to discuss all of our common traits that we have.
At the end of each day , he always says thankyou for our enjoyable day we have shared. And this means so much to me. Making memories. I really don't know who I will share my reading with and love of walking and birds with when he is no longer here.
My Dad and I share a passion for the beach in the early morning, especially in winter when there isn’t a soul to be seen and the sea is grey and wild. We love the untamed power of the sea and the beautiful solitude of the beach. Perfect!
My father passed away in 2007 (when I was 23), but I think of him every day. My father and I shared our love of music, and the ability to spin a fabulous (although slightly augmented!) tale.
Dad and I find it difficult to communicate our feelings but are both full of love.
Pop is nearly 96 and I am nearly 70; as we are retired our aim is to eat, drink and be merry every single day.
I share many traits with my long departed Dad. The strongest one though is the desire to buy British. I know it would make him proud.
My dad and I both always trying to see the best in everyone #gullible
The trait me and my father share is a calmness that borders into laziness, when the shit hits the fan others run around like a headless chicken, both my father and I don't react, we watch, we take our time, dither a lot before decide what to do, procrastinating and then eventually getting it sorted in a calm and thought out process. Bring on the afternoon dad nap
A strong respect for all that is valuable from the past (people, languages, traditions and so on) and a great sadness if those things are ignored or lost by the present generation.
My father and I have the same mannerisms but I'm glad we don't have to same fashion sense. What a great prize to win. Always wanted a hipster pops.
I was my Spanish father’s eldest daughter so we were fiercely admiring of each other and shared a great love of intellectual debate (fuelled by a glass of Rioja) over the dinner table – much to my mother’s chagrin. She called us the mutual admiration society. All very good. Our main disagreement was in the area of boyfriends. I liked me seeing them, he didn’t!
My father and I both see the calm within the storms through life.
My Dad and I share one trait that drives our better halves mad. Too many coats and not enough space to hang them! What’s worse is that my dad sometimes passes his old ones on to me. He gets credit for getting shot of them and I get flak for having more.
The trait my dad and I have in common is a vivid imagination and a need to be different.
Its mainly a good trait to have but sometimes can be a hindrance when it comes to decorating.
My Dad and I are determined and driven.
Me and my Dad both have the problem that if we sneeze once we will sneeze about 50 times.
My Dad and I share a passion for old varieties of English apples. We swap info on the best apples we’ve eaten throughout the season!
Dad and I share the trait to work hard to be comfortable and to be able to buy the small good things in life.
My dad who is sadly no longer with us shared a love of books. We could never pass a book shop without going in. We could spend hours in them. When I was little he took me to the library every week.
My Dad and I share the shortbread, begrudgingly.
Me and my dad have the ability to let my mum do everything for us without feeling guilty. She loves it really.
I strongly believe my Dad and I had this in common: "Arbeit ist die wärmste Jacke" --> lit: Work is the warmest jacket
I’m not sure if this is allowed but I’m replying on behalf of my 4 year old son.
Ben and his Daddy both share the same sense of humour, Our 2 year old boy is in training and the I can see many many adventures and awkwardness’s along the way!
But he really is the best dad and we would love to spoil him for Father’s Day, he totally deserves it.
Thanks for reading. We have only recently found your brand and we love it.
Our glasses are always wonky, we are both excellent at crossword solving and we like the same chocolates in a box (but he always lets me have first dibs)
Me and Dad share a love for athletics. When I was a child he was a keep runner and I would go to races and watch him compete and also help out at races that he organised. Although he no longer runs, I have now started running and he supports me. We also love attending athletics events together and last summer went to to the World Athletics Championships to watch Mo Farah and Usain Bolt run their last ever track races.
My Dad and I are so alike in the way we deal with people. A five minute conversation just to say "Hi", or a quick hug, can mean the world to someone who isn't feeling well. He's my hero.
Our feet. We were walking along the beach and whilst his were bigger we had the same shape footprints.
Dad trait .... I think it had to be our ability to laugh at non funny jokes. The fact they aren’t funny often makes the joke 😂. My dad is no longer with us, but I’m still happy to smile at the non funny jokes
The trait I have inherited/share with my dad is; we are both incredible flirts after a few social drinks.. and become everybody’s friend, strangers, friends and passers by alike! All are offered a drinks and a joke!
My mother used to get angry at my dad and I’d here about it the day after and the surprise of my dad when the realisation washed over him of the amount he spent was always a genuine shock. (Funny to watch)
My wife doesn’t get angry but says that they will get tired of my jokes and dance moves and bring me back to her once they realise there isn’t an off switch.. (she calls herself a Jens wrangler)
Sadly my dad passed away when I was 12 but my mum and wife take pleasure in comparing and pointing out the similarities. as they remind me of my Dad and how we’d laugh uncontrollably.
The trait me and my dad have in common is that we both know how to treat a woman like a lady, understand her fears, protect her and how to receive her love.
The one trait me and my dad share is the "Sarf London" slang we often use even though he now lives in Kent and I live in Bristol. "Everythings cushty" comes to mind.
He will arrive for flight on the wrong day (possibly having booked it in the wrong month), can't remember birthdays, never knows what year it is, and has never been able to recall his own telephone number. I have unfortunately inherited the same trait. I have to Google my age, sometimes go blank when asked my daughter's birthday, struggle to read a date when it's written numerically and cannot take down a phone number without transposing numbers. Don't ask me the date either because I won't know and calenders don't help me much as I'll enter things in the wrong place.
My father and I love share a love of wonderful British wool fabrics (suits for him and dresses for me) and beautifully made clothes.
My father was an Irish immigrant to the United States. His career path was that of a professional criminal, mine is that of a lawyer and a diplomat. He has long since passed-his life style did not lend itself to longevity. Though we chose markedly different paths, he and I both defined ourselves in one word...loyal. Regardless of the tasks or matters at hand, everyone who knew/knows either of us was certain they could count on us.
I miss him and his humor and impeccable style to this day. However, whether I am in London, my real home in Venice Beach, Tallinn, Kabul, or my current home in Copenhagen, I am proud of my inheritance...my loyalty. Thank you and please continue to produce such timeless products. Fashion changes 4x per year, style is timeless.
My father, Poul, has three children; of which I am the youngest. His mother was from the Faroe Islands and I blame this as the reason Dad and I are both obsessed with wool. Wool jumpers, wool blankets, tea cosies.... you get the idea.
Aside from this, he has also passed down to me the worst sense of direction known to man. I could get lost trying to find the bathroom- but at least I’d have a gorgeous wool jumper on, so would at least be warm.
He is also my hero.... ( although I’m 36, I probably should have grown out of that by now, but he will always be my hero in a wool cape!)
Singing loudly in the bath!
We’re both photographers, we both have big beards, and neither of us can resist a discount.
So my dad who is 82 and I, 48, still regularly watch our home town football team in Stamford, Lincolnshire, along with 300 others; even though I now live 200 miles away in Cardiff.
My Dad died some years ago and the father figure I admire most in my life is my husband who is a wonderful, caring father to our children. The trait we both share is that we both feel we should help people as much as we can whether it is helping friends and neighbours in times of crisis or just random people we come across - e.g. offering wipes to the lady in the bus queue who had had a bird strike on her shopping trolley.
He are both passionate and stubborn which when I was younger was challenging but we also share the same daft sense of humour and taste in music which means we get on so we’ll now.
The trait I share with my Dad is that we both love it if we find any money in the street. If it is a £1 coin we get really excited
We both have insatiable wanderlust and curiosity, and we are snappy dressers !
I share with my Dad, punctuality, I would rather be half an hour early than a few minutes late.
He was in the services and would NEVER be late.
Me and my Dad both have a habit of saying nice things about the people we love - but only when they are not listening....
We both laugh at our own jokes, which other people tell us is really annoying.
Me and my dad love to watch a rain storm together from the front door, both of us wearing our Peregrine jumpers.