Around 10 days ago my Dad called me up to say that he and my Mom were off to Club Med Mauritius in two days time and that I was to do the Airport Run. No worries, get up earlier than normally hit the airport and see them off. Heard from them a couple of time during this past week and then last night it was my Brothers turn to do the run. So today it was Sunday lunch with them and we got to hear all about their holiday. And as we all know the inevitable photo session was to be presented after dessert. My Mom made a great Pot Roast with all the trimmings and Dessert was Strawberries soak in Frangelico. But the best was still to come. The photos. I never even know my Dad had bought a digital camera and I was pretty impressed with the quality of the shot he had taken with it. That was until two pictures can up on the computer screen. Two haunting images that will be difficult, if not impossible to burn from my retina. The first, a huge violation of Rule No. 5, My father (58 Years old) in a black speedo and sunglasses and nothing else wading through the troical waters out to a boat. And that is the good one. The other…my mom bathing topless next to the pool. Its not everyday a grown ass man gets to see this. I was unsure of whether I should compliment her on her tan, or her tone, or simple give the knowing nod. I eered on the side of the quiet-oldest-son-seeking-a-distraction-nod. In lighthearted dispair I penned the following limerick.
Whilst holidaying in the Sun,
The folks had food and drinks and fun.
the pictures were grand,
the topless unplanned?
I can’t think of were I should run.
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