Ma says that in Ireland you’d class the current condition of my Dad as «on the mend ».
He’s eating well and has a good appetite and all his vitals are improving.
Hercule Poirot may need to be called in to determine the root cause of his issues but through a process of elimination (could not resist this one) the gastrointestinal track is currently the key suspect.
Unlike Dad I’m now off my food because of all the strange comings and goings.
I feel all the responsibility of guarding the house and keeping the tike under control has been placed on my shoulders. She is hard work!
What a beast! No one would believe from her sweet smile that she is such a terrorist.
Isn’t it often the case that the least likely is the guilty party!