Good Health

Great fun in Melaka being nasty to the Arsenal fans. And even better to see Mak and Abba in such good spirits. The last time I saw Mak was just after a scare with a tear in her colon and some unpleasant bleeding. She'd just come out of hospital and looked pretty frail. She still is too thin but much more animated. Her voice is much clearer now and she can walk a fair bit. Since it's only six months since the stroke we're counting on even more of a recovery. Abba was cheerful as ever and it was great to see them both out on the patio this morning, taking in the sun.

I phoned Mum on Saturday night and she also sounded generally cheerful. The saga of the tv recorder continues. She almost managed to record something late in the week, after driving brother-in-law John crazy by messing up the machine resulting in him having to get one of his chums in to effect repairs. I'm going to phone her later tonight and am hoping not to get overly bogged down in instructions over how to record programmes. Mind you, the fact that she's game to learn at ninety-plus is in itself quite something.