Categories: family, translation
Date: 30 July 2008 12:08:18
On my return from my jaunt, life resumed its normal pattern - at least for a few days. Observant readers may have noticed that my posts have not been particularly regular recently. As I said to someone who was trying to give me a free Sunday newspaper, “I haven't got time to read about life - I'm too busy living it!”.
Although I felt slightly under-rehearsed for the Verdi concert, it went down a storm. The choruses were buzzing round the noggin for the next two weeks by which time I felt about ready to sing them properly.
A client sent me a huge job on an unusual subject - male hair loss and hair replacement systems. With the usual tight deadline, I had little time for “normal” activities and was wondering if I might end up as a customer of the end-client as I felt I was about to lose most of my own hair with the stress!
Just as I was nearing the end of the job, I received news that the Ma-rent had been rushed to hospital for emergency surgery. There was little I could do but wait for further news. So I finished the job at midnight one Saturday evening. The next morning I phoned the hospital and was allowed to speak to my mum. Considering she had just had a fairly traumatic time, she sounded remarkably chipper. She was not going to be released from hospital for over a week and as she was being well looked after and my siblings were already en route to lend support to the Pa-rent, she suggested I didn't cancel my plans but continue as arranged....