Alf travels to Prague to have his cataracts done. My husband accompanies him to have his lenses replaced which is virtually the same procedure. Their first day at the clinic is dedicated to their pre-op health checks. Alf feels the clinic is a bit stuffy. Hmmmm.
At their apartment on the next morning, Alf brings out two sample bottles and passes one to my husband. They are meant to bring urine samples with them that day. Alf’s eyes light up mischieviously when he realises the clinic has already had a sample from my husband. He fills one with a mix of orange juice and water.
The arranged car journey on the way to the clinic brings a South African couple, also bound for the clinic, into the joke.
It unfolds ideally with a nurse immediately greeting the four in the packed waiting room and requesting their samples. Alf raises his eyebrows and adopts his “just a minute” face. He brings out his concoction, unscrews the lid and knocks it back in one!
The jaws of the nurse drop. The four who are in on it crease up at her reaction. As the penny drops, the room is in fits. This week in Prague is shaping up, thinks Alf.
Living with Alf 