It’s good for my memory to be in my place of birth, Melbourne. My leg and consciousness are still recovering from coma, extremely slowly, but to visit friends and family is quite profound. They all say my recovery progresses well, I suspect it is only me that is disappointed with it’s speed. I still look like a cripple trying to walk about but I’m no longer in a wheel chair I guess. Speaking with old dear close friends last night I thought my performance wasn’t as it was before, I so wanted to be the person they previously knew, I’m afraid I cannot. Perhaps he was a terrible man and this is an improved version, but it must be better to be fluent in conversation. Thank god my wife was there, they all love her. Indeed her mind is incredible, her conversation.