MELLIPOP GETS PERSPECTIVE

Ok, so my parents weren't screening me the other night when I called to whine about my miserable doggone life (pun intended). My Mum had been at the hospital, as my Pop had taken a turn for the worse.

So there I was, having finally got to speak with my Mum, and without drawing a breath, I launched into a ten minute rantathon about the damage wrought by the dogs at home. Having exhausted my deep vein of irritation and general woe, I let my mother into the conversation long enough to find out about my Pop being taken to hospital. And there I was raving about some cheap fucking lino like it was the biggest fucking tragedy since the Twin Towers.

Kind of put things into perspective, really....