Everything's possible

Dad made everything seem possible. He once asked my Mum, "Shall I be a whistler or a singer?". She just rolled her eyes up at him and told him to do whatever he likes. He did. Apparently, he then walked around for about a week whistling non stop until my Mum threw the Littlewoods catalogue book at him. I'd have loved to have been there for that one and I dunno, although Mum laughs about it now, I reckon she could've bloody killed him at the time....