I spoke to my father this evening. He sounds cheerful, though frustrated. His sight is no better than it was. He says there seems to be liquid on his eye - if he moves his head to the side he sees a line moving, and if he shakes his head he sees a wave. It is as if the line is the top of a layer of liquid. He was hoping to see the consultant again tomorrow, but the appointment is now for Monday so he has the weekend to get through before he asks about the liquid.
On Saturday he has been invited to a lunchtime birthday party of a school-friend whose company he enjoys, so that will give him and Granny a focus for the day.
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