The calm before the storm…
- 3 Tales of Woe
- The Blue Room
Why so quiet, Pete?
Well, in a move that harkens back to the familial panic of the Festival period two years ago, my eighty-four-year-old father is holed up in hospital again. Thankfully, the current diagnosis has his doctors using the words “five year view,” which is infinitely better to hear than the “five day view” that had been rattling around my head for the last few days. He’ll still be stuck in hospital for a few days yet, during which time he’ll be getting plenty of needle from me for seemingly always doing this during Festival Season.
That is, of course, a joke. Get well soon, Dad :)