Chasing Waterfalls

It was a phone call I always knew, deep in my heart, would eventually come. "Hi. Now, I don't want you to worry, but our father has fallen head-first down a waterfall in Scotland.".

And so the list of Dad's exploits continues. Some examples to date:

• Testing for gas by lighting a match. Not once, but three times. One would have thought that, having singed off his body hair (including eyebrows and eye-lashes) once, he would have been more prudent in the future. But apparently not. Boom! And thrice, no less!
  
• A variety of motorcycle accidents that culminated with him being knocked off his bike by a pedestrian, resulting in a broken arm. The pedestrian was unharmed. Mum made him get rid of his motorbike after that.
• Setting fire to a barbecue and himself last summer. He went off to light the (gas) barbecue at the end of the garden, and all mum saw from the kitchen window after that was him running backwards and forwards with buckets of water. He eventually came into the house and announced that we needed a new barbecue.
  
• Various accidents on group walking holidays when I was a child. The general assumption was, that if dad had got left behind, he would eventually emerge either in just his underpants (because he'd fallen in a river) or mopping blood from his head (because he had walked into a tree or something).

Anyway, this time he is really lucky to be alive. His arm is badly broken, in a number of places from wrist to shoulder, because he saw a rock coming towards his face so put his hands out to protect his head. The doctor said the arm was so badly broken, that he would probably no longer be with us if his head had sustained such a beating.

But the question is, will he learn his lesson this time? For someone who has lit that match three times after thinking "is that gas I smell?? Well, there's only one way to find out.." , I suspect not!