A quiet day at home

[sawyl]

Mother spent the day at the eye clinic having her intraocular pressures checked as part of a general assessment of the state of her cataracts. While she was out, my sister came round having arranged to meet her hairdresser for a cut and colour. Once my sister was freshly styled, she gave my dad the same treatment, brutally trimming him back to a Jean-Luc Picard with a set of clippers.

While she was there, my sister said she thought her youngest might be going down with something. Then, later in the evening, she called to report that she too thought she might have caught some sort of horrible disease...