"I think it’s spitting, Chris."
"Right you are," he says, unfurling an enormous green umbrella, which easily covers Dad’s wheelchair.
Cathy joins me on the bench. "I hope Dad’s enjoying himself," I say, pulling up the hood on my parka.
"I think they both are," Cathy says. "We had a young chap with a guitar last week, and some of them were up and singing, clapping. Lovely, actually."
Cathy chatters away. Chris reels in a small fish and holds it up for Dad to see.
Before long, matron is shuffling along the path towards us.
"Time’s up," Cathy says, standing.
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Sad! It had to end soon.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Hope the fish enjoyed itself, but it was probably just as well that time was up, from the tiddler’s perspective.... and away!