Yesterday morning, I was contemplating the universe from a seated position when David brought me a present that he had made me while I was in hospital- a tin foil hat. Here is a picture of me wearing it whilst holding my hospital present- Coopers Elbow Crutches. (They’re useless without me!)

When pottering later on, I picked up a flyer for my forthcoming birthday party (we sent them out with our Christmas cards). I had designed it as folded A4, with a centre spread, details on the back and a blank cover. We then asked David to draw a picture on the front, on the theme of Dad reaching Fifty.

He didn’t spend very long at it, having more important tasks to achieve (of the Nintendo variety), however, he drew an old looking, rather stooped version of me with my zip down and with a walking stick.  (There is also a telly with Homer Simpson on the screen, for some reason.) It seems the fly being open is symbolic of old people smelling of wee and he has been visiting old folks clubs discussing the war with school so who am I to argue?

Anyway, it is quite likely that I may well have a walking stick at my party, but I’ll try not to wet myself…