Hospitality

For the last couple of weeks my dad's been in hospital with pneumonia in both lungs, which has inevitably led to a bit of an anxious, disjointed Christmas and New Year. There have been a lot of touch-and-go moments, but things are starting to look up a bit. He's been taken off sedation, and on regaining consciousness for the first time in well over a week, immediately asked how the Albion were getting on, and then winked at a passing nurse.

You have to hand it to him: the bloke's got his priorities right.