Clive made it to the kitchen for breakfast again today, but once sitting on a normal chair, he struggles to stand up from it.
So I brought in one of our garden benches which has a good solid arm to press down on. It looks quite the part there, if rustic.
We also had the back door open so he could see the flowerbed and hear the birds.
This is the nearest he’s been to the great outdoors in more than fifteen months, unless you count being whisked on a stretcher under a narrow piece of sky.