The Boot's Off

Yesterday was a big day here.  Telephone call from surgeon Mr Shanker who had so successfully 'reconstructed' Pat's right foot back in January.  "The surgical boot can come off".  So ends a a prolonged period for Pat of seven weeks in bed with right leg in plaster followed by varying stages of disability ranging through wheelchair, zimmer, sticks, stick and surgical boot.  She missed out crutches and has been conscientious about  exercising that limb as instructed.  She is walking again!  Well done missus, I'm proud of you.  Welcome to Covid-land.

Today has started with clear blue skies - indeed, clearer and bluer than ever in my lifetime which started in 1943.  From the bedroom window I saw my very first vapour trail in weeks.   Click onto Planefinder to discover it was a United Airlines flight UA2786 from Houston, Texas to Amsterdam. 
That very journey is remarkable enough.  So too that I can use my 'phone to see what it is.  Not sure which invention is more useful to mankind though given circumstances in 1943 and in 2020.

Enough of this.   Here's a delightful 'family portrait' to lift the spirits and bring us down to earth: