My dad left for Sylt yesterday. That's a posh little island in the north sea, a mere seven hour drive from where we live. Well, seven if you are slow and careful as my father is. The weather is nasty, hope he's not gonna be blown off the place.
Before he left he asked me to go see to the house, go there and make sure nobody broke into the place or something. He instructed me to walk around the outside of the house once before entering, making sure no windows were smashed. And if one should be broken not to go in and "play the hero". For once. Since I'm so widely known for heroic behaviour... I thought it was funny. Nobody will break in within this one week. And if they do, how dissapointed they will be!