He’s okay, by the way — As I write this, it’s 5.00 am on Thursday 28 October 2021. My Dad is in hospital He is reclined on the barouche with his eyes closed, hands cupped together on his chest. The thin white hospital blanket covers him. Supplying some modesty, thankfully. I’m sitting next to him, writing this on my laptop as he drifts in and out of sleep. Thankfully sleep is all he’s…