Sick

My father has the uncanny ability of getting mysterious diseases whenever he is away from home. So today he is sick, although not quite sick, but not feeling well, so he’s in bed. As he’s painting my kitchen, I do hope he’ll be able to finish it, otherwise I’ll be living with a half-painted kitchen for the next year, as I do not see myself paint anything at the moment. I am currently stuck at yet another university course. ‘Brain research and the implication for second language acquisition’. Anyway, he’s got to walk a marathon in two weeks time, so he better shape up by then. He’ll probably be the oldest participant; 90 years old to join the Beirut International Marathon. Hana must have been the youngest, two years ago, when she was 10 months old when she did her first marathon.
And here's Hana on her first marathon (Eddie on the left)