Today is my Dad's birthday.
He spent three hours at the hospital waiting to have the "Hepidural" in his back, only to be told his blood pressure was too high for it to be done.
It went stellar then.
I phoned him and we talked about our gardens.... Jesus, when did I get so fucking old?
I bitched about the biblical numbers of Greenfly at The Mansions to which he replied,
"They don't fuckin' come in 'ere babe!"
End of story.
He must just stand in his garden looking so menacing even Aphids know to give him a wide berth!
Happy Birthday you grumpy old fucker!
Blogger is still being a knob. I've had to download Safari to get on here.
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