So off I went to dad, looking forward to seeing him for the first time for ages without him having toothache.
(I took him to have some major dental surgery at the hospital last week which was traumatic for him to say the least.)
Aaaaggghhh! His face was covered in livid bruising and swelling down one side and across both lips!
And it wasn't connected to the dental extractions ...
He thinks he fell in the street yesterday.
At least this time his nose and glasses remained intact - and I suppose he doesn't have as many teeth left now to knock out ...
'Did you have your stick with you?' I asked, knowing that he's recently lost two of them.
'It was probably the bloody stick I tripped over,' he replied.
Yes, he still has his wicked sense of humour in spite of everything ...
LG came home from school and said they watched this video today and it made the kids really sad.
It feels appropriate to post the link here.
I had intended to try to fiddle with my template and get it back to how it was (don't like change!).
If I'd got it right, I would have been afloat on the sea of ultimate smugness.
Somehow it doesn't seem important now ...