Well it's been an interesting week, with my father being 20 minutes drive away. He's been getting to grips with the change of location, and been reliant on a mobile phone for contact. The 4 minute message I had the other day, was 4 minutes of pocket noise from the dining room. Mainly cutlery noise with the odd highlight of a carer encouraging some eating.
It was apparent he needed his wardrobe upgrading, having been reliant on his own sense of whether he was presentable for some time. Off to the local outlet store. We got shirts, trousers and a jumper. Then Leanne took on the underwear situation. Asking the attendant in the shop - "how do you ask your father-in-law what sort of undies he wears" She giggled saying it wasn't something she had ever had to think about.
As my father is a little deaf, the next thing we hear is Leanne shouting "Now Mr Wilson, are you a boxers or Y-front kind of man?" Classic. He's a boxers man btw - but hasn't bought any new undies for the last 10 years. We bought a three pack.
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