Still physically very healthy, but he initially didn't have a clue who I was; the beard probably didn't help!
Happy for the company, we chatted for an hour or so, and he says hello to anyone who remembers him.
I left him with a bottle of Grants, which he was pleased to receive as apparently they ration him to only a small one a day; he secreted it in his wardrobe. Upon leaving, the receptionist asked if I'd left him a bottle as she saw me carry it in, so I said yes, he's put it under the bed
That's made my day!