My father the human aerial

-We (me, Mark, three sons, one brother) were all watching the cricket at mum and dad's  (back in the 60's dad played for New Zealand and was a wicket keeper- they beat the poms).
Anyway the tele went a bit fuzzy and dad went out to fix the aerial.
It was on the roof.
It became clear, but after a while we realised dad was missing.
So Mark, my husband, went to find him, he was usually in the shed having a cleansing ale.
....Not there.
So Mark called out 'Dick, Dick' (that was his name).

Then dad squealed out 'Mark, Mark (that is his name)
Look up but don't tell the girls'.

-Unfortunately the aerial was S shaped and dad had balanced it on his neck.

 He had successfully tightened one screw on the left hand side then did the same on the right hand side.     That was when he dropped the screw driver-