Please don't judge..!

The prescription bag belongs to my Dad.
The wine ((Happy Friday one and all!) is mine.

I arrived yesterday, to be of service whilst Dad had a little op.
He's home now and doing well.

I was an enormous help.
I washed all his bedding whilst he was in hospital. (Kept busy as I waited for news)
Hadn't anticipated the back door slamming behind me as I pegged out the washing!

Alcatraz has nothing on the garden of my parents.
Having tried all manner of climbing out (mossy knees from fence, legs too short for padlocked gate) I screamed for help 'til hoarse.
(All dogs within 10 mile radius most sympathetic to my plight. No owners though).
Eventually, in desperation, panic and to the alarm of the dog, I broke a window with a nearby brick to regain access to phone calls from hospital, and warmth!
(Note to Dad: have now moved said brick).

I bled a little (for effect) and rang glazier.

Who would begrudge a girl a glassette of the red stuff after being so much help??

It only cost (I can hardly bear to think it) £150!!!

Happy Friday ( it IS Friday isn't it??).