Father has been gadding about all over southern Africa for the last two months, ably assisted by my sister. His philosophy is, don't plan for tomorrow as it may never come, or some such thing, and next year may be too late. It is a philosophy we should all live by. Never put anything off, no matter how big or small, and especially if others are against it. Live your life!
Anyway, the upshot of his gadding is that somewhere along the line, in the vicinity of the Kruger National Park, something must have bitten him on the leg (definitely not a lion) and it resulted in a painfully swollen lower leg and ankle. At nearly 88, this is something he could well have done without, but being philosophical and pretty easygoing, he has taken it in his stride together with some antibiotics and a few visits to various doctors, starting in Skukuza and ending in Simon's Town. Eventually he went off to the military hospital in Wynberg where they kept him overnight and did various tests, eliminating any causes of worry, and discharged him this afternoon with some bags of tablets!
The doctors and nurses were marvellous, the hospital spotless and brand new, and we feel sure he will be on the mend in no time. He is going to take it easy and not go on any more holidays in the foreseeable future.
At least that's what he says now!
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