Page one of a manuscript

My elderly friend in Yorkshire seems to be rallying in hospital. There is a possibilty now of him getting back home. His son is calling him, "Lazarus." This news has bouyed me up today. When I last told him about my completed manuscript, he said he said that he would like to read it eventually. "but don't let eventually be too long." So today I ran off the first four chapters on my printer, to be despatched down south. It doesn't really matter whether he reads it or not. It's doing it that counts.