The Best Laid Plans....

It was the day before Dad’s Big 100. The Rest Home’s party was all organised, the Queen’s greeting was on the table alongside those of lesser mortals like the Prime Ministry and various parliamentarians and local politicians. The family were already gathering from various parts of NZ and Australia.
Dad got up out of his chair and his other femur broke at the neck and dumped him on the ground. So it was by ambulance to Taupo Hospital for X-rays and then up to Rotorua and he spent his birthday having a complete hip joint installed.
The Rest Home are saving their party for another day but the family are all here and this afternoon we will sing, to the tune of one of Dad’s much-loved family songs about Miss Brown who slipped on the soap:
We have an old grandad
Whose bones didn’t last;
He fell on the floor -
But they fixed him up fast.
We came to his party,
His “hundredth” to share;
We all had a ball -
Only he wasn’t there!
Tra la la; tra la lee
Oh how would you,
How would you like to be he?
We hear that he’s in great spirits and will be sitting up in a chair in less than 24 hours after the operation. Most of us will visit him as we head for home over the next couple of days. It's a shame he missed his party but he's a tough old bird and he's entertaining all and sundry with great wit and good humour. We're all proud of him.