Birthday Blues

Dad’s birthday was coming up, and everyone had sent him cards for us to take to his hospital bed. I’d made a special trip down to Cheltenham to pick up a specific electric shaver that his friend had recommended. We did everything we could to make it an enjoyable and comfortable day; but let’s face it; when you’re in pain and in a hospital bed then there’s not much to enjoy. We got a balloon sorted before catching the train to show everyone that it was his birthday; and we also got a cake that he could share or give to the nurses if he wasn’t hungry. But he wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps we ought to have gone out for a meal in his honour afterwards. Luckily, we were spared the chore of catching a train back as my brother arrived with his wife, so we got a lift back home.