A phone call...

"Hi RTB. Sorry to call you at work, I know you're busy."

"No probs, Pops. What's up?"

"Well... I just had to call. I've been worried ever since we spoke last night. You said you're not sleeping. Are you ok? Are you worried about anything?"

"Oh, other than the fact that I haven't had any alcohol for the past few days, which has probably surprised my body into wondering what on earth is going on and how is it supposed to relax into oblivion without the aid of red wine, which probably means I'm well on the way to alcoholism, I'm fine! Nothing to worry about at all, Pops. Seriously."

"Oh great. I just wanted to check. In fact, I didn't sleep very well worrying about you last night. Do you need anything? Can I send you any money? Do you need some time out? Do you want a hug?"

"Send me a hug down the phone, Pops, that'll be fine."

"Ok, love. It was great to see you at the weekend. Up the gas! Let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Pops. Bye."