The Best Tonic Is DEFINITELY Laughter!

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I've had such a good time at my Mum and Dad's house this week. Honestly, they're like a double act, they really should be on stage! First up was my Dad. He's been a bit frustrated lately due to people letting him down over various jobs he wants doing..so he came into the back room where me and Mum were situated and told us he just wanted to borrow the portable landline phone (even though there's a corded one with big buttons on it that I bought him in the hallway) lol. Anyway, after a few minutes he came back with the phone, muttering the words, "Bloody fool!" to himself. "What's up?" I asked him. "Didn't you get through?" "Eventually I did..I thought I'd picked up the phone, pressed the numbers, put it to my ear and thought "That's odd!" as there was no dialing tone. Turns out I'd been trying to phone someone using my remote control! I'm getting worse..bloody fool!" Haha! Now, the second incident involved my Mum. Shopping with her is always entertaining and the other day she suddenly decided she desperately needed some step-ladders as the ones she has are too cumbersome to use. They are, actually, as she did struggle with her painting on them before deciding they were no good lol. Anyway, off we toddled to the local DIY Timber Merchants. Dad had already "been ecstatic" due to buying two bolts for his bench outside. The likes of B&Q don't even sell them and tend to go for multipacks of things, which annoys Dad no end. So, the fact Mum wanted to boycott B&Q on this occasion suited me fine! There were 3 sizes of step-ladder to choose from; small, medium and large. Mum being Mum she couldn't decide so asked for some advice in the shop. The place was bedlam with people milling about so she wasn't the only customer. This gorgeous Irish shopkeeper guy said to her, "Well luv, the only way you're gonna find out is if you try them out in the shop" and before she could object, he'd ripped the plastic wrapper off the smallest step-ladders and had them splayed out so she could get up onto the steps...as he reckoned the ceiling was about 8 foot high, the same as at home. Then the funniest thing happened; even before Mum got on this step-ladder she tripped over her bag lying on the floor beside it and nearly went head-first into the darned thing! "Oops, mind how you go!" the Irish guy said. Everyone in the shop joined in with the laughter, including my Mum, who wasn't offended at all. In fact, she was laughing so much she could hardly climb up this marvellous step-ladder. "Do you feel safe enough to try the top step?" the gorgeous Irishman asked her. I was dreading her trying to do this but she decided it WASN'T safe after all and ended up buying the medium sized-ones as they were perfect for her to reach the 8 foot ceiling. We know this for certain now as she's since used them! It's great finding a local shop that outdoes the nationals..and provides us with some fun, to boot!