Not every day

By ppatrick

Father and son, or the blipper blipped

After a few days with my son I'm now spending the day with my father in his Derbyshire village. This evening he suggested hobbling across the road to sit outside his local like a couple of old codgers, so we did. (He loves introducing me to neighbours as his 'baby boy'.)
I thought this was good of the table, anyway.

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