Making me giggle in the middle of the night

Busy five days, with lots of meetings in the process of getting the business up and running. It did’t hurt that I’d previously worked with a lot of these people before, in the field of conservation, and they mostly remembered me.

 

They all asked after my father though, and one recalled last seeing him at an airport with a patch over his eye (it was damaged and disfigured). Probably it was unprofessional to ask if he was wearing a parrot on his shoulder (he frequently did) but it might have been even more unprofessional to assure the colleague that he saved parrot wearing for special occasions, such as bemusing small children and winning all the fancy dress competitions.

Looking back, I found it typical as hell for someone out of our family so probably why I was very matter of fact about it. But it made me laugh so hard.

I miss my dad a lot.

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About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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