Mum collected Dad from the hospital this afternoon and they somehow got him into the house using his two crutches across the snowy garden. Molly dog was a little bemused by the crutches; she sensed something was not quite right with The Boss.
I've just spoken to Dad and he was in front of his computer dealing with emails, but was shortly to head to his own bed.
Expect the blog updates to become less frequent - I'll get Dad to do them himself now that he is mobile(ish). Mind you I might have to explain to him what the internet is first.
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