Arachnodad 2: The Return

I came home in an ambulance this afternoon, dropping a couple of other escapees off on the way.

With the help of the turquoise walking frame, I am fairly mobile. Duke doesn't like his six-legged dad and cowers away as I move erratically around the flat. It brings back memories.

So now starts three months of rehabilitation. Only I'll need to condense it into two months or I won't be able to drive myself to school in September.