Nonagenarian update

We went to my father's friend's 90th birthday party yesterday. He's recovering from a heart attack but in good spirits and pleased to receive, amongst other things, a selection of cakes from the Raymond Blanc cafe in Winchester. My father's old colleague who fought in the Battle of Britain came for a sunny lunch in our garden on Saturday. He's been in hospital with pneumonia, has a bad cough, is very hunched over and can hardly walk; nevertheless, he is his usual charming self: "How beautiful you look!" was his greeting to me. My father is virtually blind at the moment, which we hope is temporary. I'm gettting a hearing aid made for him as he used to rely so much on lip reading. We struggle on.