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It would please me greatly to be able to claim that the photo on the left documents a significant change (for the better) in my status. But no, I'm still a docile inmate of the Vincentinum retirement home and unlikely to be anything else in spite of time's passage.

So why am I 'dressed up' for an outing in this oversized wheelchair? For a visit to a dentist who will make the needed repairs to dentures which just happened to lose a couple of "teeth" during the months I have spent in clinics. After a further visit I hope to by able to speak clearly again, which would do wonders for the old amour propre!