Dad turns 79 today. Unfortunately he’s back in hospital having had two toes amputated and a skin graft. But he’s in good spirits, getting ready for his upcoming exhibition. Last time we saw him he was sitting amongst a sea of envelopes and invitations. His handwriting is so awful it’s a wonder anything he mails ever finds its destination.
He tells me he’s walking fine, the missing toes having had little effect on his balance. Hopefully he’ll be back home again in a couple of days.