My in-laws arrived for a week’s visit yesterday. Yesterday I spent the evening with my father-in-law trying to get his hearing aid fixed. He is an example of how to go through life; happy and charming. We went to the Oxford Medical Centre first.
“Do you think I get a discount having been at Oxford?” he asked me. I said it was worth a try. Then we went into the building and explained the problem to the receptionist.
“I can see how lovely you are,” said my father-in-law. “But I can’t hear you.”
Sadly they couldn’t help but they gave us the name of somewhere that could. On the way out a group of youths were standing by my car.
“I wish those youths would get away from my car,” I snarled in my typical ‘expecting the worst’ fashion. My father-in-law walked towards them without a moment’s doubt. They moved aside and opened the door for him.
“It’s nice to see the young still have some manners,” he said to them before turning to me. “And I include you in that.”
Told you he was charming.
As I write he is on the golf course, aged 84, probably beating Rupert and our friend James (who is even younger than moi). That’s how to age gracefully.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009