Me mum and dad

I am ashamed of what my poor mum and dad had to witness when they visited me this evening. I was unaware that they were coming and was (and am) still sick and running a temperature of 102. They knocked on the door and a half dressed, sweating, crying, pink-eyed probably smelly being, that in the loosest sense of the word resembled their daughter, stood there sobbing. My dad just looked confused and as if he was ready to bolt. My mum had her usual "pull it together" stare firmly in place. It was just what I needed. I'm still not 100% (more like 55%) but that's ten times better than how I was before they visited. Thanks mum and dad!