To my parents..
They are the reason I'm still alive, what with their administering my medication when I was on the 'edge', making sure I ate and drank, kept constantly reassuring me that it was going to be ok.... They held me up every step of the way, financially as well as emotionally...
Well, had my second pay packet through yesterday and thought it was time to buy them the Christmas and fathers/mothers day present I owe them as they haven't had anything off me for some time as I checked out of everything remotely celebratory and went away on my own at Christmas as I didn't want to participate in the presents and laughter and games.
Today I have fitted their house out with a brand new suite of matched locks on every door and gate, the very best available as lock snapping has become somewhat of a pandemic over here and their house is full of their life memories and all dads techy gizmos!
They are away for the week and have no idea I've done it. The first they will know is when they get back Sunday evening and their key wont work in the door! It won't even go in the hole!
Dad is literally going to pee his pants!
For 26 years they have had the biggest bunch of keys I've ever seen outside of a museum or local jail!
I've just removed 9 keys from it and replaced it with one!
No more will mum yell at dad because she "can't get the BLOODY patio doors open cause all the keys look the same!"
It's a reassuring sound I'll miss as its echoed around these 4 walls ever since I was 11!
Can't wait to see their faces...