Another year older, and what have I learnt? That I have a "nice fennel".

Me: What? Fennel? Where?

Dad: Gone.

Me? The fennel?

Dad: The FELLOW!! Nice fellow!!

Me: *inwardly very confused, and annoyed at this red-cheeked, slightly drunk (on my birthday champagne) old(ish) man* Who?

Dad: The Boyfriend!