Wall to wall work and then my father thought he'd spice things up by throwing a wee heart attack into the mix.
Not ideal for all concerned.
I'm delighted to report that a couple of hospitals and some heart hardware later he informs me his health status is officially 'A Box of Fluffies'.
I knew the world was returning to normal when I got a text from my sister after he'd just got home, 'Dad is checking his spuds.'
But, being the glorious bastard my father is, do you know what his line is for his mates who he knows will give him stick for potentially being an old bugger?
'At least I've had mine. Yours is coming.'
7 comments:
Aw, well, so glad he's ok. It's a great line :)
Thanks Jo. Yes, I love the line!
good news :)
It is Speccy. It so is.
Sorry to hear about your dad, although it's good to hear he's got a sense of humor about it! Hope things are looking up.
All the best to him - I feel as if I know him at this stage.
And to you too, it's been tough for you as well.
Thank you Janie! And yes, things are looking a lot better.
Thanks Tinman, have to say, it wasn't a fun few days.
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