Phoned my Dad today to wish
him a happy eighty-eighth birthday and found him chipper and for once able to
hear me well enough to chat and exchange news – we’ve been to Scarborough for a
change, they’ve been to Blackpool for no change, visiting the same hotel for
the umpteenth consecutive year; living over 100 miles away on the other side of
the Pennines I don’t see him as often as I should, apart from every morning
looking back at me in the bathroom mirror!
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