Fish

.....and chips.

It was gloriously sunny, so I tried persuading my dad to let me wheel him down to Porty Prom, but he was content to stay at home with his telly. He hasn't been persuaded to leave the house for quite some time now. Neither the lure of a fish supper nor the promise of ice cream would make him budge. 

If I was the analytical type, which I'm definitely not, this could be my old dad walking away from the young dad standing in the shop with his girl. But that would just be silly.

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