My dad...I have so many lovely memories of him and this is one that always makes me smile.... so I put pen to paper.....

My Dad.

 

Sinking into the sofa with I felt was a well deserved glass of wine. I gave a long sigh, home at last.

Just as I raised the glass to my lips the bloody phone rang.

Letting it ring I realized they definitely were not going to hang up.

I picked it up.

“Hello who is it? “

“Mummy” a voice said.

“Hi Mummy, how are you?”

“I’m fine”

Whooooo that definitely wasn’t her I’m fine voice.

“What’s dad done now?”

“You would never guess. That stupid man went into the garden still in his slippers. The grass was all white and frosty. How he didn’t fall I just don’t know. Saw the squirrels raiding his bird seed holders. Again! Then threw his walking stick at them, of course it missed and went flying over the wall”

“Oh dear mummy he didn’t fall over did he? “

“Fall!”

“That stupid man went down the bottom of the garden to get his ladder from the barn.

Took it down the path to the wall and dropped it over the other side of the wall”

“Oh No, I gasped, that’s at least a 6ft drop between those two walls and such a narrow gap. What’s happened?”

“Oh well that man has mush for brains.  He only climbed over the wall, down the other side, picked up his stick and climbed back up.

I came out of the back door just as he cocked his leg back over the wall”

“Men!”

“Oh No, “I said, horrified at the thought.

“And then, just to top it all he slipped on the frosty grass”

“He didn’t hurt himself, did he?”

“Hurt himself!”

“Hurt himself!”

“He just sat there laughing.  Did he not realize that if he had got stuck I couldn’t have lifted him out?

Michael and Suzy next door are on holiday. I would have had to call the Fire Brigade.”

I just laughed and pictured my dad.

My mother however did not find it at all funny.

Carol!

“Stop laughing. He really could have hurt himself.  No one would think he was 76 he acts like a 5 year old at times”

I stifled my laughter.

 

 

 

Published by Carol Taylor