A close Shave.

Picture the scene if you will. Before my Dad retired he used work as very expensive postman, in that he used to fly aeroplanes for DHL.

So one day I am up at my mothers and I decide to go to the shop, As normal I have the local radio station on and the news burst first. The headline caught my attention straight away.

"A cargo plane has been shot down over Bagdad". Nowone of the contracts my Dad was working on was to fly cargo in to Bagdad, so my arse starting singing straight away. He was not at home to he was either in Brussels (home) Bahrain (Stop over) or God forbid the now stricken plane. I pulled straight over and dallied his number. It rang and rang and rang.... 'Shite' I thought. My main concerns were one for my Dad but second my Mum. I didn't want her to hear the news and panic. Having suffered one major heart attack the last thing I needed was her going off half cocked with out all the information. I ring his number again..... Nothing... One more try. Ring, ring , rin.. "Hello?" said a very groggy voice. "you OK?" I said. "Yeah" he responded. I explained what I had heard.

So I managed to get home and explain to Mum and my sis that if they heard anything it was ok it was not him.

Anyway here is what happened. Point of fact 2 days earlier or 7 days later it would have been him...FACT