Yesterday I pushed my dad in a wheelchair that we borrowed for the occasion, this was his first time out of the house (apart from being in hospital for months). He was quite apprehensive about leaving the house and getting hooked up to the portable oxygen cylinder, but it all went smoothly, we took a spare bottle with us, and headed off in the car to the local park which has a rare breeds section. As I was pushing my dad in the wheelchair and oohing and aahing at all the little lambs and baby rabbits, llamas and donkeys, it took me back to the days long ago, when I used to push my children in their prams around the very same spot! I feel very happy that I was able to do this for my dad, he was only given weeks to live when he came out of hospital with pulmonary fibrosis, but I think the doctors have made a mistake, he is feeling and looking much better than he was, his stats are great, and his spirits are lifted, he had a wonderful time, now where shall we go next weekend? Alton Towers perhaps lol!