I’ll always remember one New Year’s Eve. It must have been about 16 years ago. We were over mum’s sister’s house and had sat down to a lovely roast dinner with everyone. Dad was always in his element around his family, both his own and his in-laws. After dinner some party games were played. Then dad disappeared, I can’t remember for how long. All of a sudden he appeared looking a little worse for wear. This isn’t an unusual site but this time he looked particularly white in colour and his co-ordination was shocking. He managed to get himself sat on the floor and agreed to have some pavlova for dessert. As he was eating the dessert we suddenly realised it was not just alcohol that was affecting him as he spooned the pavlova into his eyeballs rather than his mouth. His skin colour turned whiter and whiter and his face looked clammy. We decided it was time to get him home, although that was a mission in itself as he could not stand. He resulting in shuffle on his arse down a flight of stairs and we managed to get him into my car. We pulled up at home and dad was adamant he did not want to get out and wanted to stay in the car. Eventually we got him indoors and up to bed, Scott was panicking wanting to ring for an ambulance. The next morning dad woke up, as he always does, completely stone cold sober. Then decides to tell us he had smoked some strong whacky backy after dinner with a friend of the family. So he was not drunk, just insanely high on cannabis, reliving his hippy days at 48 did not have the desired effect……..!