What does a man do standing up...

... and a woman do sitting down...

Now if I told you that my 79 year old very ill father paused on his way back from the bathroom to ask a nurse that question would you be surprised to hear that he didn't have his face slapped?

That man never ceases to amaze me, he finds humour in all sorts of things and has a witty come back for almost everything. It was the one thing I remember from his time in hospital when he had his heart attack some 12 or 13 years ago, he was hooked upto every machine known to man and was trying to remove his oxygen mask to tell a joke!

Yesterday he had an early shift to another hospital, 7am ambulance ride and of course during the course of the transfer he got talking to one of the crew and discovered that he had worked with his father in Esso. I swear you can't take that man anywhere but he bumps into someone he knows. So the dye test was done but they couldn't go ahead with the stents, disappointing for everyone especially him but they have said they will bring him back to do it for some reason it just couldn't be done, I think it was a time thing. So we visited him in the afternoon and he just had to wait for the cardiac ambulance to be free to come and get him. He was in good form and popped out of bed for a while to have a look out the window, 9 floors up the view over Belfast is pretty impressive. I had a quick turnaround, grabbed a sandwich and over to the library to lend a very quick hand at putting up a few photos for our exhibition. Another dash to the studio to meet the next bride and groom, complete with 2 kids. I nipped into the shop on the way home and was infact almost home when I remembered I was supposed to be at my friends house for a surprise birthday cake eaty supper thing! So now, mind buzzing but body shattered from a very long day and 3 hours of solid ironing this morning but I conquered the ironing pile!

Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah and the answer....

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Shake hands!

:)

18:36

Well, he has waited all day for an ambulance to take him back to the other hospital and to the best of my knowledge is still waiting. Totally fed up and naffed off! He rang me this morning, it was a very bad connection and he kept saying he was something or other bad something! Bla bla bla, bad... bla bla bla... the only word I kept getting was 'bad' after about the fourth time of me saying pardon he shouted...

I am in a bad MOOD and then spelt it out... M...O...O...D...!

L was able to nip up with a paper and cheer him up for a while until Mum and I got there.