A drive to Manchester to see my Dad, now 89 and with mobility newly impaired by an uncooperative knee, which under doctor's orders must not bear any weight until it is checked out by a specialist; unused to frailty he makes a poor invalid, still shuffling around the house on a zimmer, bemoaning instructions not to climb stairs or drive his car, and even trying to self-propel his wheelchair like a demented Ironside.
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