I'm sitting around waiting. My Dad, who's going through his mid life crisis, has come off his motorbike.
FOR THE THIRD FUCKING TIME!!!!
Maybe this time he'll pack it in.
First time - Hit by some dozy woman and broke a foot.
Second time - Skidded on ice and dislocated a shoulder (permanently).
This time I have no idea what happened, just that he's alive and not (I think) seriously injured. I'm waiting for my mum to call from the hospital with news and for their lift home.