It'll be me one day!

At last the nightshifts are over & the hard work begins in earnest. This week, (as they say), I am mainly repeating everything twice, talking louder than normal & walking at half speed, eating my meals at odd times of the day & practising the art of budhism to have patience beyond measure. In short, I'm on holiday with my parents. Holiday is perhaps not the right word for the experience but to prevent censorship it's what I'll use to describe it. Bless 'em, don't get me wrong, I love them dearly but....it's too hot ( well the sun's shining ), where are we going to eat (there are any number of places what do you fancy), what time are you picking us up (when you're ready), I don't need the toilet (in reply to 'do you want a cup of tea') etc etc.
On the bright side, the weather is brilliant & my brother is getting a taste of what it's like living near them all the time. Only 5 more days to go....