Dad has decided to help me get to and from physio. So today we did the first trip. Cab there, physio, then Dad gets his work out by pushing me home and of course stopping by the George for a celebratory pint of London Pride. This picture shows a happy man.
Week after next we are going to my cousin's wedding. That will take some doing; three days of not being in my little home cocoon. Luckily, I will be surrounded by family. They can help haul the crutches and wheel chairs and bad leg. Have decide to go home and do some recuperating in the sun.
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