Well, today when I visited him, he’d just had his tracheostomy removed (well, stitched up) so he can now speak without needing the magic tube.
That’s good, but he’s very withdrawn, and hardly spoke, though I did get a few words from him after a while. He’s also still struggling with memory – he still thinks it’s 2014, and has to be told where he is, although he did know that we’d been in Normandy for a few days last week.
I read a couple more chapters of Three Men in a Boat which I think he quite enjoyed, so I’m going to keep going with that, and then try to find something else that’s funny, and doesn’t require much concentration.