Timing, It’s Everything

Dad, the old trooper that he is, has always had impeccable timing and tonight is no exception.

We’re up in Shepparton for a family do tomorrow (more of which tomorrow) and everyone’s having a good time. Dad, though, decides to make himself the centre of attention by suddenly contracting an inner ear infection so bad we had to call the doctor. It’s great here in the country; they still make house calls, and on a Saturday night. Admittedly mum and dad will probably have to take a mortage to pay for the visit but after an injection and kindly pat on the shoulder dad is snoring so loud none of us will be able to sleep.

Good to see nothing’s changed in the 16 years since I left to make my name in the big smoke.

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