Welp that's the rest of my weekend fucked. I was ok with not going anywhere too far and once a day popping over to my friends place to look after her cats while she's interstate but this morning as I was taking her to the airport I got a phone call from my dad's friend saying dad's sick and he's asked if I can come and stay at the house. So I'll have to drive from Melton back into my place in Docklands, then scoot over to hers to look after the cats (no parking at hers) then come back here to Melton.

Dad has taken up residence in the lounge with a spew bucket so I don't want to be near that. I've just taken myself to a back bedroom where I've just got my phone to keep entertained, ready to be called in when he needs something.

I guess that means I could get a Buddy's pie for lunch though. I better not catch whatever dad's got or I'll be PISSED.