Humour in the Face of Death, Part 5

It looks like yesterday's Everest climb (the 70 stairs up to the 'treehouse') was the last climb, since my father took a huge slide today after the effort. I forgot to mention that yesterday was even more 'draining', since the community nurse who dropped by in the morning was precisely the sort of person he can't stand: a woman who takes no bullshit (of which he has ample) from him and tells it like it is. What a strain that must have been!

Still, my mother thought that if he had climbed the stai