I've managed to pick up a virus from spending three weeks inside a hospital. This means that I'm not allowed to visit dad until I'm bug free. Naturally, on the only day that I've missed seeing him the physiotherapists go and stand him upright (albeit at 60 degrees and supported by a belt hoist), and he goes and defies all odds and expectations and supports his own weight. His feet were straight and his legs didn't buckle, at all.
When mum called me she was crying. I expected to hear something horrific, but given the noise in the background I soon realised that it was quite the opposite. The entire team are stunned.
Almost as stunned as when dad spelt out 'NO MORE PIPES UP MY ASS'.