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Oldest and Youngest

9th October 2004.
Excuse the large photo, I can't work out how to shrink it. But at least you can now study my well developed bald head with the underlying bone structure of my scalp. The two chicks by the way are Kathryn (primary school teacher) my eldest granddaughter and Charlotte (expert nappy pooer) my youngest great granddaugher.
It is hight time that I write you. But I doubt that I will get much together. With every word the cursor goes a few times to the left , to suggest corrections to the text!
The most important. My health is improving very slowly. With the metal frame I manage to walk 50 metres, with the walking stick, 25 and without everything 2 metres. Whenever we have to go anywhere (checkups in the hospital a few times a week, where else??) Hedwig picks up a wheelchair and pushes me around in it.
Today is an important day here in Australia. Election. Initially I couldn't stand the old bloke, John Howard, but today I am praying that in god's name he gets in again. Even though the other one is young, intelligent and all one could wish for, he doesn't have it in him. In contrast is the old fellow an excellent politician.
....we have now had dinner. I sent the letter first to myself to see how that giant picture would look. In the meantime the election program is already running on tv and so far all is looking good. So will take my leave for now and wish you both a peacefull weekend and much fun.

posted by Inge @ 1:10 pm