The Yearly Visit...

Dad dropped by for his yearly visit to drop off my Christmas presents and pick up his. And as usual I was stuck at work - a late staffing change. I owe my fellow cashier big time as she suggested that she man the fort while I took Dad out to a cafe so we could catch up over coffee and smoked salmon sarnies. Bliss. I love my father a great deal, even if we rarely see eachother and thats nobodys fault but our own. We're just always so busy. We've promised to meet up in the new year. Go somewhere. Do something.
I miss the "good old days" when it was me and him every other weekend, when he lived with Nanny J, before she got angry and stopped talking to him. Before she got ill and forgot who we are.
That reminds me. I actualy discovered what I'd been missing all these years with Mars Bars. Odd but still on topic. When Dad lived with Nanny and I was still little he gave me a Mars Bar. Keep in mind I was probably about 7 or 8 years old at the time, already full with fried dinner and just before bedtime. And Dad gives me this sweet, sticky chocolate bar. I ate the whole thing and threw up in my sleep, waking in the wee hours of the morning in a puddle of my own dinner. I had to clean up and sleep with Nanny J, which was fun since she snored and that made me giggle. And I didn't touch a mars bar again, even the thought of one made me feel queezy until the other day when I got desperate for food and...well...it was the only thing in the shop. Chocolaty bliss! Ithink I may be addicted to them now.
Still worried about Squeak, but he's eatting plenty and drinking. He seems worse in the evening. Mum finaly remembered that the vet mentioned it could be something like meningitus. Guess thats why he seem more distressed in bright lights. I hope it is, I really do, because if it is the antibiotics and antiinflamitrys will knock it on the head and he'll get better. I really, really want him to get better.