A Birthday Telephone Call From Abottabad (Not A Made Up Place)

It was Ray's birthday on Monday, 2nd May and would you believe it, we received not one but TWO calls from our son, Peter! The news is that he got out of Libya {thank goodness} and is now in Pakistan of all places, staying with an apparently very nice family in a place called Abbottabad of all places. It sounds like a made-up name to us, but Peter whispered it is a true place and he had to whisper as the old gentleman he is staying with doesn't like anyone using mobile phones in his house. It must be their culture out there. We will Goggle 'Abbottabad' when we get the chance and find out what it's like there {unless any of our so-called 'followers' beat us to it}.

Anyway, Peter didn't stay on the line long, but did wish his Dad a happy birthday, which made his day.

Later on, just as we were settling down to our Bank Holiday Monday viewing, the phone went again and it was Peter again, this time shouting, with all fireworks going off in the background. We suppose they were still celebrating the Royal Wedding in their way. We couldn't hear quite what Peter was saying, but were fairly pleased that he had rung again, even though he had nearly disturbed our Bank Holiday Monday viewing. Some people have said that we don't really like our son Peter, and in some ways, they may be right, but really and truly a parent's love can never die, even for a child who has at times been so inconsiderate and spiteful to his parents like Peter has to us.