You know my father... you know in May we were together in Italy, the fotos were in the Blog. Now he did, what all old people do sooner or later: he fall and broke the trochanter, the big bone of the leg. But luckily he got a prothesis. After the operation I got him out of the hospital, just on the day of his 91th birthday! At his house (yes, he lives on his own, he wants it!, in his garden, many roses were flowering. A wonderfull smell of roses, all around the house!