IT'S Father's Day on Sunday, a special day to celebrate Dads up and down the country.

Some might choose to surprise their dear old Da by maybe making them breakfast in bed others might

buy them nice aftershave or even allow them the remote control for one full uninterrupted hour.

It's always a special day in my family, for you see as far as we're concerned my dad is without a shadow of a doubt the loveliest man who has ever lived.

Let me give you a bit of background on the man in question.

His name is John and he married my darling mother Helen back in 1978.

Within two years I'd come along to join their wee gang and 12 years after that they welcomed their fifth, yes that's right fifth, daughter into the world meaning that with not another bloke in sight my dad was living in a modest three bedroomed semi-detached house in Garrowhill with six women.

Enough to drive any normal man right round the twist but not my dad.

He just totally adored his girls and we felt the exact same way.

When I was young my dad would take us swimming or to the crazy golf at the weekends.

He loved football so we loved football and every Saturday morning we go to watch our local primary schools football team, St Bridget's, play as my dad was the coach, and still is I might add.

We even formed a little cheerleading squad to support them.

I remember in the early 80's and we were staying in a little guest house in Morecambe Bay and I had woken up in the middle of the night needing the toilet.

My mum had put me on the potty and told my Dad to go empty it in the toilet downstairs, no ensuites in that little B and B.

I had just crawled back into bed when we heard an almighty crash which woke up the entire guest house. Turns out my poor Dad, still half asleep had missed the first step and went crashing down the stairs only to be found by the owner of the hotel lying in a heap on the floor with a potty sitting on top of his head.

I was so upset but my wee Dad just laughed, reassured me he was fine and promptly went for a shower. There was another time we had all jumped into bed with my mum one Sunday morning, I think there were three of us by that stage and we were watching The Waltons.

My mum had sent my father upstairs in search of some item in the loft when all of a sudden we heard him give his best Ned Flanders scream before his foot and half his leg came shooting through the plaster above us.

After the initial shock we were all rolling about the bed laughing at the sight of my Dad's wee slipper dangling off his foot as he tried to bring his leg back up through the giant hole he'd just created through their bedroom ceiling.

Then there were the holidays, those times of celebrations through the year like Christmas, Halloween and Birthdays.

Everything was on a massive scale for my Dad.

Even now to this day when it's one of our birthdays he'll decorate the house and front door with birthday banners.

My sister Maria turned 27 two weeks ago and she was upgraded to birthday bunting which we all thought was very posh and we always without fail get a box of Maltesers wrapped in a brown paper bag with a beautiful wee message written in my Dad's twirly handwriting.

After four unbelievable years my baby sister Kerry is graduating from the Glasgow School of Art tomorrow and my Dad hasn't been able to stop smiling all week.

He truly is the most wonderful Dad we girls could have ever asked for and now he's a Granda to our

gorgeous wee Sam.

We're planning to spoil him rotten on Sunday by letting him use the shower first, cooking him a lovely meal complimented with a 6pk of John Smith and we're even going to let him watch as many Family Guy episodes as he wishes.

We love you Dad and to all the Dads out there I hope you have a wonderful day on Sunday.

Delighted to be hosting the Evening Times Glasgow South Community Champion Awards 2015 tonight.

I absolutely love that this wonderful paper recognises the many, many unsung heroes living and working in our communities today making such a difference to so many people's lives.

Best of luck to all our nominees but please remember you truly are all winners.