I love my Dad.. but sometimes.. sometimes I worry about him:
This morning he went shopping at one of those shopping centres that has a really REALLY confusing car park. He said he found it difficult to find the car when he returned. It was only after wandering around for 45 minutes that he realised he was looking for our car, not my sister's car, which was the one he had driven to the center in.
Then this afternoon, he bought himself a finger bun/equivilant, from brumbies. Later on, mum bought me an apple slice (which she knows I love) and left it on the kitchen counter. Dad comes out, FORGETS that his is from brumbies, and believing the apple slice to be his, eats it, not even pausing to wonder why it's in a totally different wrapping, and furthermore, NOT AT ALL what he bought.
As I say, I love him, but... I do worry!
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