So, my mum was ill last week with the regular flu. I just gave her a call on my lunch hour to have a hardy har-har about swine flu with her, only to find her answering my call from the hospital in Moca. She is fine. The picture of health. My dad on the other hand.... Where do I start? My father is a klutz. He has no idea where his body parts are at any given time. Join this with his love for power tools and you have a disaster waiting to happen. Long story short, he removed the better part of his left thumb with a machete trying to open a coconut. Sounds like a joke, right? I swear it is not. I have to go to Moca after work today to help finish off the lawn (tomorrow, of course) and all the other odd things for this week. My stomach is loose and ookie because I have a horrid phobia of amputation (I think I may have mentioned this in the past) and I will not be able to look at my dad's hand without making quick how-do-you-do with floor.