Today my wife, her dad and I go out to the coast to have lunch with my mum and also my older brother who has come up from Kent for the weekend. But when I arrive she is sipping at some tomato soup reluctantly and looks grey and weak. She can't possibly come with us. So the 4 of us make a hasty exit and have our meal in a nearby restaurant. Over the course of the meal we discuss what is to be done about mum, who has been "feeling sick for a month" and allegedly lost a stone in weight. I say "we discuss", though my F in law is in no position to contribute meaningfully. He actually seems to fall asleep briefly 2 or 3 times while in the course of eating his meal.
Back home I insist to my mum that she tells her own doctor about these developments, and she says "But I don't look too bad, do I?"
"Mum, you look terrible"
At this she bursts into floods of tears. I have to bring the others in to confirm, one by one, that she doesn't look at all well. Not the F in law, though. He fell asleep while holding his cup of coffee and dropped the whole thing in his lap. Fortunately it was only tepid by the time the incident took place.
All in all, I was relieved to get back on my sofa again and watch some more Buffy.
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