After a week of running round like a blue-arsed flea he's finally home.
It was a pretty major warning. If he keeps doing what he's doing (smoking, not having a normal routine, not exercising) he's going to have a big heart attack. Apparently it's hereditary - his dad's had 2 heart attacks and a very slight stroke (yet the only tell-tale sign is the fact that he's using a walking stick).
Things will be back to normal soon, but he's got to avoid stressful situations and take it easy for the next week or two.
So that means I'll probably still be running round like a blue-arsed flea :-D
