Mom & Dad flew out to Spain last Thursday. Their second home. Now regular viewers will know that I have a very difficult relationship with my father. To put it simply, I hate the fucker.

This morning though, my phone rings and it's my mother. I'm glad she rang as it gave me a chance to wish her a happy mothers day. Something which, sadly, she won't be having. It appear the old man has fallen. He's due for an operation on his knees as he has trouble walking and now he's come a cropper and fallen onto them.

They are busy looking for a flight home. They can get one for £60 each but they won't pay it out of principle because the flights out only cost them a couple of quid each.

Now I'm torn. I feel for my mother, who I love dearly, but suddenly hearing that the old man has fallen made me wonder if I should make an effort to make things up with him. All I ever wanted from him was an apology and I know I'm never going to get that but I've given in so many times that this time I decided to stick to my guns and try and wait or force an apology out of him.

The part of me that hates him keeps telling me that I shouldn't care and shouldn't have rang mother back and offered to pay for the flights.

Bollocks.