Wonderdad - aka my father - has been sick. This came as a shock to him. He is never ill, and wears his 80 years very lightly indeed.
But it all got a bit scary a few weeks ago. I was on standby to drop everything and dash over to Wales. Lists were prepared, options considered, friends contacted, and asked very nicely if they could help. I even checked the airline websites, but of course you'd need a bank loan to get a last minute fare ... and who can get a bank loan these days?
Anyway, after talking to my Dad and brother, I felt that something wasn't right. Having special needs kids and fighting for services gives you an acute sense of when you're being fobbed off..... I just knew that someone somewhere wasn't bothering to do their job. It was time to kick up a fuss and say "THIS IS NOT ON" . To be fair it was my brother in Wales who did most of the kicking. And with a few investigations and a change of medication, my Dad is much more like his usual self. I know this because he decided to visit me!
And yes there was another 'Go' Tournament involved. My Dad first attended the Dublin Go tournament 11 years ago and shook up the Go establishment in Britain and Ireland by winning. Apparently this raised its profile so much that more than 60 people attended this year, from Ireland and all over Europe. My Dad did not win this time!
I've never played 'Go' and I was always fascinated that my Dad would choose to play a complex game of strategy to 'relax' after the working day. Vegetating in front of the telly used to be my preferred option. But now I notice that many of the older people I find interesting do a lot more than watch telly. From crosswords, to literature, to toastmasters, to volunteering, they make a real effort to keep their minds active.
(I'm hoping that blogging will work for me...)