Lots of bits
Lots of bits in this post.
Talked to Dad again yesterday, and although it's hard to really say from this far away how he's really doing (or how bad he was before the Op) he really did sound to me far far better, his voice has returned a lot of the sparkle which has slipped away without being noticed over the last couple of years. So if that's anything to go by, I'm very happy.
Another plus, although not on the same scale, is our flowers and teddy turned up. No one's sure where they were, and it doesn't appear they are any worse for the delay. I sent a card about 10 days ago, which I don't think has go there, but - heck that the UK postal system (I'm not goin to blame Oz).
Bingley (pictured here with W having a walk by the river - dried up this time of year - on our estate) is all healed up now.
He's managed to work our how to get upstairs - all be it very slowly as he slips on the wooden treads. He's not supposed to go up there, but has obviously been sneeking up whilst we've been at work. We found the evidence in the form of a chewed letter outside - taken from a box of old letters from student days (early 80's) which he's managed to find under the upstairs bed, and dig a substantial hole into.
The interesting thing about the letter he chose was that it was one of the few that wasn't between W and I. Probable 98% of them are from us writting between Derby and Portsmouth (we wrote to each other every day for three years).
The letter was to me from friend Dipti, sent during the summer break, regarding our managing to get through to the 2nd year.
Here's our 1st decent collections of apples from the garden.
We've had a few peaches, bananas, apples, lemonades (fruit from orange and lemons), oranges, lemons, and even a few almonds - but certainly nothing on this scale. As you can see we've covered the tree with bird netting, after the parrots decimated our trees last year.