Bit of brilliantly good news

Ignore my previous post - my brother Bob doesn't have cancer after all.  Best bit of news I've had all year.  So to celebrate I am on my way to Vancouver to spend a few days with him and his family.  I will try not to destroy my foot on his fold out bed (again).

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