Perfect Day

Martin Veart

It had been a bloody good night! Jeez, head is still a bit wobbly after those Gin Fizzes. Wow, those guys could play jazz; the beach-front bar had been fantastic. Never known such joy and energy. Italians really know how to party. But what a day today! Warm December sunshine was streaming into the house and I called the oil base to set up a flight to Aberdeen for later that day. All was well in the world.

The mobile rings. Its my wife. Better phone Ireland, your father is ill. Damn. Hope hes okay, but the tone in Marias voice was not good. No answer from my parents number. Okay, phone Tony, see if he knows about it. No mate, first thing Ive heard. Well, can you try to find out and give us a call back? Im in Ravenna so if we need to go to Ireland, Ill divert from here. Okay. ... (continues)