....the hippy, hippy shake.....

Up early (6.00 a.m.) to go fishing.

Grey and over cast and mizzling with rain......but no wind.

Draw at 8.50....all-in at 9.50....just like last week....same bait, same tactics, same results....catching small carp and roach.

11.15 my phone rang....it was my sis.....she had discovered Dad on the bedroom floor.
Advised her to dial 999.......to cut a long story short....seems that dad had got up around 3.00 a.m. and fallen banging his hip....quite where he fell and how is an unknown.....had lain on the floor for about 8 hours.

He's been admitted to hospital.....but although he fell on his hip....it's not broken....he is dehydrated and seems to have an infection.

Don't know how long he will be in for......but when he comes out things will have to be organised....some sort of help at home......a hip replacement as he is so unsteady on his feet and can't walk far........his hearing checked out.....power of attorney.

I don't think it's going to be a barrel of laughs over the next few weeks.

Das vidanya moy padruga.


Oh......the fishing match....the backwards and forwards phone calls threw me right off my stride....ended up coming 6th! Not important in the great scheme of things really.