My old man....

My Father - alluded to previously on the blog - is a bit of a legend. Despite three really dangerous industrial accidents, he was only hospitalised for two. One of them - the "flying accident" - he fell 20 feet down onto a concrete fishroom floor. The crew jumped down and found him - broken ribs and all - crawling on all fours looking for his pipe, as "the wife will kill me if I lose another one"... They pumped him full of morphene, and had to winch him out of the fishroom and then up another 15 feet to the waiting ambulance on the pier. The last thing he can remember before the morphine kicked in was the crew - worried expressions on their faces - shouting "Elevate"... (They were going through a "Trumpton" stage at the time).

I do look a lot like hm. For instance, an Australian lass we knew took a holiday on the West coast of Scotland, and came across a bloke on the pier at Dunvegan. She didnt know my folks lived there, etc. And walked up to him and said "Are you Bill's dad ? ". Scary, eh ?

Now at the age of 73, he had a serious operation yesterday to expand an artery in his brain. Despite previous record, we were all worried about him. Typical - the doctors have been on at him for ages to slim down, and when one part of his body finally obeys doctors orders - trouble. Doctors, eh ?

And of course, he's perfectly okay. Takes more than a major operation to damage a Buchan bloke...

Phew..