Radio Arse

Moving dad this morning with the radio on... as we start proceedings, the pleasant classical melody segues to Schubert's Funeral March. We flick off the radio. We turn it back on when he gets to his chair in the front room. A few min later as he's nodding off, Margaret f'ing Throsby starts to harp on about friggin euthenasia. Its not fucking safe to listen to the fucking radio.