Tail-end of telecon with Dad.
Me: "Ok, good luck with it dad" [wrt a HWH problem he's currently experiencing]
Him: "Yeah, thanks son um errrr..." [click]
Me: "Oh for fuck's sake, groan, not again!" [then realises he's gone]
The added piquancy is he's only just, within recent days, sent me his annual home-made birthday card, replete with overt overuse of OTT "happy", "winning smile", "lovely daughter" themes. Ugh, i love the smell of hypocrisy in the morning.
Geez dad. Thanks.
Reality 1, mental-health 0.
Again.