Deja Vu

A month or so ago I had Daddy in town....aaahhhhaaaaa....(this basically means no sex for weeeeeeeeks, well 2 ok), he's here for 2 days and has a turn (problem heart, but don't worrry the old war horse will out live us all, this is the same man who managed to destroy a mega four wheel drive vehicle (F150 to those knowledgable in ecologically unfiendly vices) by running it off the road - being thrown through the back window, landing in the overturned tray, be buried, dig his way out and summon help at 4am and then the following day yours truly making a visit, with a not insubstantial cash component in hand, to local constabulary......due to potential alcohol related technicalities.

Anyway, the old man was not feeling well for days, but won't hear about seeing a medical practitioner...well if he won't go to a clinician then I'm off to one....... whilst I'm having my nails done I receive a call saying "grandad" wants to be taken into hospital - aaaaahhhaaaa, this must be serious, my nails haven't had their top-coat yet, bugger....was hoping for a bikini-wax as well, but now that'll have to wait, won't it.....not a prob there's very little disrobing to be done anyway.
Hours later visiting newly constructed hospital and after all manner of test - think there was even a gynaecological examination listed, well we are foreigners with travel insurance, we're all good to go home with a good stash of happy pills (I'm sure Dad doesn't need them all).

Well it's a few hours later, there's a little deja vu - we're back in the same said hospital with man-child (visiting son) having written off a 3 day old car and causing the event of the year in this sleepy hollow kind of town, as the Audi is the biggest thing to come off the motor way since a bridal party tried getting a stretch limo down these same goat tracks - apparently getting bogged and creating the first traffic-jam in the towns history. I would not be surprised that this little mishap makes it into local folklore ..... marking the day the crazy foreigners invaded but were defeated by crater sized pot-holes.

Our Country Club (aka the hospital), could be adding a new wing dedicated to the Duchess foundation with this many donations - cash only due to our lack of local socialist system standing-(oh bugger, another insurance company that's going to love us), however, as Premier club members we were entitled and received undivided attention from the local law enforcement team (both of them came out for this event) they were interested in man-childs well being, that is until the blood report verified lack of substance abuse, then without further incriminating evidence requiring shredding and thus eliminating need to exchange further currencies in any denomination we could leave to tend to man-child's heavily bruised ego. Good thing I like train travel.